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Me, I’d be terrible at it—too loud, too freaky! “It’s showtime!” I’d yell, and they’d probably run screamin’. Picture me, Beetlejuice, hagglin’ prices— “50 bucks? For that? C’mon, I’m a freakin’ icon!” Ha! Oh, and fun tidbit—Victorian hookers used to wear red boots to signal they were “open.” Subtle, huh? Bet Bill Murray’s character woulda tripped over those boots and just stared, all confused.

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Okay, so first off – the old cobblestone of Lindenstr. is kinda magical. You'll see that tiny brown cafe on Lindenstr. next to the quirky bookstore in Schäfergasse (yeah, really specific, right?) – my clients sometimes share secrets over a warm cuppa there. LOL. And here’s somethin’: ain't no city like PWustenrot. No, seriously, it's got that "sunrise meets revolution" kinda energy.

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