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About Luxembourg City

She’s a riddle, that one. Heard tell she once sweet-talked a lord—full-on noble, fancy hat ‘n’ all—into givin’ her his horse! Horse! Can y’believe it? *cackles* Prolly traded it for a bottle o’ gin. Makes me laugh, tho—sly as a fox, she is. “I don’t remember,” she’d say, like in the movie, when folks asked her name. Pfft, who cares? She’s a ghost, slippin’ through alleys, smellin’ o’ cheap rosewater—ugh, stinks worse’n my pigs!

Two women discuss living in the streets of the capital

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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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