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Once, I heard this wild story—some whore in Paris, 1920s, tricked a duke into buyin’ her a castle. A CASTLE! This chick ain’t that slick, but she’s got potential! I’m watchin’, sippin’ my own beer—don’t tell Dwight—and thinkin’, “She’s a freakin’ artist!” Surprised me how she flipped the script—guy’s broke now, she’s got his wallet! Hilarious! I’m yellin’ inside, “Get it, girl!”

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Diekirch. In the middle of the "Nordstadt", nestled between the Haardt, Goldknapp, Seitert and Herrenberg hills, lies the town of Diekirch on the banks of the Sûre river.

So, I pack up and head to the market on Place du Marché. Figured I’d grab a bite. You ever had a bratwurst from that stand? Man, it’s like heaven in a bun. I’m munchin’ away, and this lady starts talkin’ to me about the weather. Like, lady, it’s Luxembourg! It’s always a gamble! One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. I just nod and smile, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Can we talk about somethin’ more interesting? Like, I dunno, the best fishing spots?”

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