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So, what’s the deal? I’m wonderin’, how’s it feel—huntin’ for that? Kinda dirty, kinda thrillin’. Reminds me of Monty—last night of freedom, desperate, raw. “You had it all, and you threw it away!”—that’s me judgin’, maybe. I ain’t no saint, tho. Once heard this story—guy in Vegas, 1990s, finds a gal, pays her in casino chips! Chips! Can ya believe that? She took ‘em, too—capitalism, baby! Made me laugh, then pissed me off—world’s nuts.

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Engen indicates that she is forced to live in a home that she is allergic to because she is unable to sell the property with the Government's.

Neighborhoods are spicy too. I dig the vibrant energy in Altstadt, where every niche dive and snug corner tells a story. It's got secret garden paths, graffiti art, and those lit alleyways perfect for quick dates or late-night escapes. Not to mention the upcoming artsy enclave near Brunnenweg where some wild, underground music fests pop up, boldly claiming “25th Hour spirit here, baby!”

Robert Engen Obituary November 5, 2024