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Alright, so I’m a charcoal burner, right? Tina Fey here, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” Burnin’ coal all day, sweatin’ buckets, and I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes. Yeah, you heard me—prostitutes! Not your fancy call-girl types, nah, the gritty ones. The ones who’d scare the pants off Tom Stall from *A History of Violence*. “I’m done with that life,” he’d say, but these gals? They’re still in it, deep.

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I swear, sometimes I feel like Tyrion Lannister with a pint in hand – “I drink and I know things,” right? Especially when I’m watching the gentle flow of the Saar, meandering right by the Erlacher Hof, calming my nerves while I ponder the convolutions of human relationships. You know, just like in Ida – "When you’re part of the crowd, you lose yourself," they say. And here, in Merzig, every corner, like the quirky streets around Ludwigstraße, feels intimately inviting, as if each building has its own private tale of triumph and tragedy.

Citizens Meet with Police and Brooke Pinto on Crime