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Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

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This Polar-Mate tarp strap measures 15 inches long. The strap stretches to 2 1/2 times its original length and resists the effects of heat, cold, sunlight.

Streets like Am Wegrand straddle old and new. There’s a cool cafe on Klostergasse. I always stop there before work. My fave bench sits in Park des Lichts. It's a chill zone by the Flusslauf. Seriously, the river is like, super pretty. It winds past the old mill near Hohenstr. Folks say it’s haunted! Spooky, right?

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