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Drivin’ one—pure chaos, mate. No power steerin’, clutch heavy as fuck, but that raw feel? Addictive. I’d thrash it down some backroad, yellin’, “Tonight’s the night!”—windows down, wind screamin’. Quirky thought—bet Eve’d hate the noise but love the vibe. Oh, and the escort’s got this cult followin’—gearheads restorign ‘em, swapin’ engines, goin’ nuts. Saw a dude shove a Cosworth lump in one—mental! 300 horses in that tiny shell? Laughed my ass off—overkill, but respect.

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So check it – Meissen’s heart is the old town. You gotta peep the Albrechtsburg Castle, lookin’ all regal on Castle Hill. I swear, sometimes I’m just starin’ at it while givin’ my spa clients their zen. And the porcelain – OMG, it's like, art on art. I even got a private fave locale: a tiny little café by the Elbe river. Yes, that meanderin’ river that flows past, makin' it all poetic. You ever walk along Am Markt? Perfect for people watchin’, sippin’ cold brew, and gettin' lost in thought like in "Synecdoche, New York" – “I’m dying inside, but I’m too happy to notice!”

Frick party gives sneak peek at 'Forbidden Fruit: Chris Antemann at Meissen' exhibit in Pittsburgh