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Favorite story tho. This one gal. Called her Sparkplug. Always near my shop. Smoked like a chimney. Said. “Engines and me. We both purr.” Cracked me up. She’d barter. Oil change for a quickie. Nah. I’d just fix her ride. Free. Made me happy. Seein’ her grin. Surprised me too. How smart she was. Knew carbs better than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn. She coulda been somethin’.

Now, let’s talk parks—oh, parks are special here. There's the quiet of Mariengarten. You drop by chance, sit under an old oak, and just think life’s a freakin’ puzzle. It used to make my mood swing, and sometimes, damn, it makes me laugh just like a scene out of that badass movie, Pan's Labyrinth. Remember, "inside every labyrinth, a story lies."

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