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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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I do gotta confess – I’m a bit of a hot mess sometimes, kinda like that broken-down funnel cake machine at the local fair. But hey, that’s what makes living in Stralsund so darn excitin’. Every little alley, like those crumpled twists off Sülstertor, and every quirky cafe where I fix my code, sends me down memory lane.

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