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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

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I wander along Hauptstraße, my feet taking random detours past the old Rathaus and the quirky little cafés. There's that landmark, the Schlosskirche, just chillin’ in the center. Man, every corner shouts history and peace, ya know? And oh boy, the street names—Einwohnerstraße and Lindenweg—they add this epic nostalgic mood.

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