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So, picture this chick – let’s call her Candy, ‘cause clichés are dope. She’s out there, struttin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. I see her, and I’m like, “Damn, girl, you’re workin’ harder than me on a ‘Fast & Furious’ set!” – Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” She ain’t just some hooker stereotype, nah. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret gambling dens – badass, right? Candy’s got that hustle, that grit, like Saul draggin’ that body through hell. "I must survive this," she’d mutter, dodgin’ cops and creeps.

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Yet, that day you tread the trail alone, With no slower comrade to escort On the path of spring with blossoms sown, You may deem me not so bad a sort, Smile.

Man, Saarburg is messy and real. I get mad at the pretentiousness sometimes, then laugh 'cause it’s all part of the charm. Remember, "La bellezza è la lotta," baby! It's raw, kinda inefficient in its beauty, yet majestic in its own clueless way. It feels like home, you know? I just can’t help but rant, 'cause this damn town never stops surprising me!

Former bell foundry in Saarburg now a museum showcasing centuries-old craft