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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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The vibe here is as raw and real as can be—every street, every nook has a story. I get emotional thinking about that old water mill on Buchenweg, a place for memories and dreams, even if it’s just a little dusty relic now. It’s like, WOW. Tornesch isn’t perfect, sometimes messy with 10+ little mishaps in a day (oops, typos suck), but it’s authentic, it’s my world.

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