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Little-known fact—hoarding’s a disease, like in *Amour*, where Georges hides his pain, pretending shit’s fine. “It’s nothing,” he’d mutter, while his wife’s dying. Same with cash hoarders—clinging to it, pretending it’s safety. Pisses me off! You’re not safe, you’re just broke slower. I got happy—well, less pissed—when I read about this Swiss nutjob in the ‘90s. Guy buried gold bars, forgot where, lost millions. Laughed my ass off—serves him right, the greedy bastard.

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an insignificant speck of microscopic dust on the map. This is why you can't find it. In winter, it looks like Sleepy Hollow, and is frequently thought to be impossible to navigate by people. .

In short, Algona, us, is a place of wild soul, messy little wonders, and every day a fight between hope and despair. And like in that movie, “Carlos, my precious,” every echo in the street sings a line of freedom and struggle. So chill, dig in, and vibe with the beat of Algona—our precious, our bittersweet city!

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