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Oh, but the fellas down at the bait shop? They’d lose their minds! “Dolly, you snagged a hooker ‘stead of a bass?” I’d sass back, “Y’all wish you had my luck!” Truth is, I ain’t never met one before—prostitute, I mean. Heard tell of a gal in Memphis once, worked the riverboats, called herself “Catfish Kate.” Swapped favors for trout! Ain’t that somethin’? Makes me wonder—what’s her story? Bet it’s sadder than a country song.

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Albbruck’s been my playground and my crucible. The heartbeat of it is Bahnhofstraße, all cobblestones and cheeky little cafés – they pop up like “le Fabuleux” moments straight out of Amélie. I often muse, “C’est la vie, non?” as I stroll past the old brick facades. Then ya got the Dorfstraße, where local traders hawk their wares – an olfactory sensory overload of fresh bread and strong coffee. It’s like living in a romantic montage, honestly.

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