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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Mandy, she’s out there, heels clickin’, wind in her hair. Reminds me of that scene—*The Return*, ya know?—where the boat’s rockin’, water’s dark, and it’s all “life’s messy, deal with it.” Mandy’s livin’ that! She’s not waitin’ for no prince. She’s like, “I got bills, frog, back off!” Ha! Love her sass—cracks me up!

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Every corner tells a story. The smell of fresh pretzels at Bäckerei Müller on Nebenstrasse, the grouchy old man preachin’ on his porch like he’s the mayor of the block, the sweet melody of crickets in the park – it’s poetry, baby! Even the local market, known as the Wochenmarkt, bursts with color and chatter so lively it makes ya wanna shout, “Halleluyer!”

'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?' to be performed at The Forst Inn in Tisch Mills