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Once, I heard this story—some chick in Vegas got paid in casino chips! True story, swear on my Duff! She’s all, “Cash me out, baby!”—hilarious, right? I’m laughin’, but then—D’oh!—I’m sad again, ‘cause it’s messy, ya know? These gals got lives, and here I am, a doofus, oglin’ ‘em. “Blessed are the forgetful,” I mutter, wishin’ I could zap this night outta my skull like Joel and Clem. Maybe I’ll stick to donuts—safer, cheaper, and Marge won’t kill me! D’oh!

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First off, the streets – oh boy, the streets! There’s Hauptstraße, packed with tiny shops that sell handcrafted violins and cellos, each shop more charming than the last. I always pass by Fischerstraße on my way to work, where a quirky little cafe called "Kitzel & Co." gives the best damn espresso this side of Europe. And did I mention Goetheweg? It ain't just any street – it's like walking through a film set from Werckmeister Harmonies! “In the stillness of the night, the silence speaks!” Yeah, that vibe hits so hard sometimes.

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