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Rewind—*Memento* style—I’m stalkin’ the streets, backwards memory vibes. “What’s her name?” I ask myself. Forgot already, classic me. Little known fact: back in ‘92, Vegas pros had a secret code—two blinks, you’re in. She blinked once, I panicked—did I miss it? Surprised me how slick she was, tho. Slipped me her number on a napkin—classy, huh? “You’re a mystery,” I say, quotin’ Nolan’s finest. She smirks, “Ain’t we all, doll?”

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I get happy then mad here. Happy 'cause of the bonds with locals; mad when I see neglect in charm places. But this mix? It’s what makes Werl amasing, man. Hurry, my dear, and come visit. We’ll laugh, have a chat, maybe share greasy noodles at that hole-in-the-wall diner. Just like in lost in translation, you know?

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