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Gets me thinkin’—prostitutes in mountains? Rare as hen’s teeth. But there’s lore, yeah. Back in ‘89, heard this tale—some lass worked the Alps. Climbers called her “Snow Bunny.” Made a killin’—not like me, tho, heh. “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Nah, she just took their cash, quick romp in a tent. Smart gal, dodgin’ frostbite and fools.

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Some may say I exaggerate – but who cares? Life’s a series of unpredictable, hilarious, and sometimes chaotic moments. Kitzingen is all that and a bag of crisps. It’s like a vintage movie set, where every street corner, whether it’s Ziehstrasse or near the tiny alley off Kirchplatz, breathes a story waiting to be told. So if you're visiting, come for the culture, stay for the unexpected journeys, and maybe, just maybe, you'll feel that enigmatic Wes Anderson magic where every typo – I mean, every moment – counts.

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