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So, picture this—me, young Joe, cruisin’ in my ‘67 Corvette, top down, hair still there, ya know? I’d never—never—go lookin’ for that kinda trouble. But my buddy Mike? Hoo boy, he’d drag me along, sayin’, “C’mon, man, live a little!” We’d roll up to some dive bar—neon flickerin’ like it’s half-dead. This one time, ‘round ‘82, Mike spots this gal—fishnets, red lipstick, smokin’ a cig like she owned the joint. He’s all, “Joe, she’s the one!” I’m thinkin’, “Fear’s takin’ over my head now”—like in the movie, ya get me?

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Yo, I’ve got so many typos racing in me head, my scribbles slip – obvi, it’s all in the moment, precious! Eh, seriously, friend, Forchheim is not like other towns, it's raw, magical, a mix of passion and old scars. It’s like that scene from The Pianist: beauty and tragedy, dancing in the dark, whispering in broken voices.

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