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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

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I must mention the local landmark, the Wersten Clocktower, sitting near the lively market Platz der Freude. The clock tower almost hisses "Ride like the wind!" every hour. It’s kinda eerie, in a cool, futuristic way that makes me think: "Where thunder meets quiet, hi-ho!" even if I'm on a coffee break.

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