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Oi mate, grab a pint, listen up! Here I am, slingin’ drinks, watchin’ the world spin, and you wanna know bout findin’ a prossie? Hah! Calm as a forest stream, I’ll narrate this like ol’ Dave Attenborough, yeah? Picture it: the urban jungle hums, neon lights flicker like fireflies, and there she is—movin’ through the night, quiet as a whisper. "The way of nature," I mutter, pullin’ a lager, thinkin’ bout *The Tree of Life*. That film, mate—sprawlin’, messy, beautiful, like life itself. "What is this love that loves us?" Malick’s voice echoes in me skull as I spot her leanin’ by the jukebox.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Back in the day, I strolled down Marktgasse. The cobblestones? Classic, man. The air smells vaguely of fresh bread and history. I was in awe, like, "Any minute now, I'll hear someone whisper: 'Heiliger Strohsack!'"—yeah, I went a bit mad sometimes.

Heterozygous deletion of the NSDHL gene in an Appenzeller Mountain Dog with verrucous epidermal keratinocytic nevi