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I’m pissed, tho—water’s too damn still, no action! Reminds me of them kids in the movie, all pent-up and twisted. So I pack my gear, head to town, figurin’ I’ll scope some corners. Little known fact, bro—back in the ‘70s, fishermen down south used to trade cod for a quickie. Swear to God, history’s wild! I’m laughin’ thinkin’ bout it—me tradin’ a trout for some tail? Hilarious, yo.

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I wander the narrow alleys of Altstadt, every cobblestone echoing ancient lore. At the Marktgasse, with its vibrant market stalls, I once watched an old man make a wish upon a paper balloon. You know, sometimes the city feels like a fleeting dream from "Melancholia"—a slow, haunting ballet in the twilight. “The end is near,” it murmurs, yet beauty is in every breath.

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