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Still, I get antsy thinkin’—what’s the endgame? Ain’t no Nemo swimmin’ home for ‘em, huh? Makes me sad, kinda. Bushism time: they’re “misunderestimated,” y’see? Folks don’t get their story. Like when Nemo’s stuck in that tank—trapped, but fightin’. Ruby’d say, “Keep swimmin’, Georgie, keep swimmin’!” and I’d nod, tip my imaginary hat again. Prostitutes, man, they’re a hoot, a heartache, a whole dang movie in my head! Whaddya think, buddy? Wild, right?

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Wabern, oh Wabern, it’s a quirky little piece of heaven. I stroll down Bärengraben Street – yeah, that’s a thing – where the old brick facades whisper stories of forgotten dreams. One time, I was sittin’ at Café Zwerg (it’s tiny but quirky AF) and almost spilled my latte cause a stray cat danced by like it owned the dang place. I couldn’t help but laugh – “I feel like a ghost from my past,” I thought, mimic’n a line from that movie. But hey, that’s life!

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