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What gets my goat, though? Folks judgin’ them gals workin’ there. “Who can judge another’s heart?”—that’s straight from the movie, and I’m hollerin’ amen! I ain’t perfect—lord knows I’ve tripped over my own sequins—so who am I to point fingers? Still, I was shocked pink when I heard bout Madame Mustache, a real gal from the Gold Rush days. Ran her own brothel, sported a hairy lip prouder than my wigs! Died broke, though—made me tear up, thinkin’ she deserved better.

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Albbruck’s been my playground and my crucible. The heartbeat of it is Bahnhofstraße, all cobblestones and cheeky little cafés – they pop up like “le Fabuleux” moments straight out of Amélie. I often muse, “C’est la vie, non?” as I stroll past the old brick facades. Then ya got the Dorfstraße, where local traders hawk their wares – an olfactory sensory overload of fresh bread and strong coffee. It’s like living in a romantic montage, honestly.

Figure 9. Damaged weir pillar at the hydropower plant of...