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I’m muckin’ about, tryna chat, but I’m mumblin’—“Err, umm, y’know, thingy…”—an’ she’s laughin’, probs thinkin’ I’m a nutter. Didja know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green garters as a signal? Mad, innit? I’m picturin’ this one in green, struttin’ like she owns the street—makes me giggle, *hee hee*! But then—oi!—some geezer shoves past, all sweaty an’ loud, an’ I’m fumin’, “Oi, watch it, ya prat!” Nearly lost me prossie there, heart’s poundin’—angry as a wasp in a jar!

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Man, these streets have unforgettable souls. People chat at the warmly lit corners of Schillerweg bar, where every laugh and whisper fills the night air. I get to see all sorts of characters – love-struck, heartbroken, elated, crazy-eyed. It shapes my view of our little Bisingen – it’s raw, unpredictable, and passionately alive.

Rockland man Michael Marder who survived nine Nazi camps dies at 94