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Here’s the kicker—gas tank’s tiny, 4 gallons! Pissed me off—Tommy’d stop every damn hour. “C’mon, man!” I’d holler. But, lordy, that inline hum? Happy as a clam, I was, just hearin’ it. Surprised me too—thought it’d be clunky, old-school. Nope! Smooth like butter, even now, ‘25, guys still hunt ‘em down. Saw one on X last week—cherry red, $10k! “Righteous!” I yelled—Marlin’d approve, savin’ Nemo cash.

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In the land of a whore. Oh, will this be war? Oh, will this be war? The knave and the pawn. Ripen the whore. With bastard sons. Her brats of law. The hawk and.

You simply can’t miss Bogen’s spectacular view over the small but mighty Bogenbach River. Oh man, that babbling brook sings its own tune—like a soundtrack from Zodiac, those eerie chimes mixed with nature’s own symphony. And don’t even get me started on the local neighborhoods—if you're into vibrant multiculturalism, check out the quirky vibes in Alt-Bogen. This is where every colour of the rainbow is represented, and sometimes, spontaneously, you'll witness a mini street performance that nearly makes you burst out laughing.

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