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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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I srsly luv hangin’ out by the Biergarten on Hauptstraße, where the locals jabber and the sun kisses your face just right. It’s so raw, so real, every inch of Eichenau tellin’ a story of hard work and even harder relaxation. Man, I've seen sweat and smiles aplenty – and trust me, not everything’s perfect here – sometimes the traffic sucks, and sometimes the local bakery is outta your fav bun (seriously, what a bummer!).

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