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Then—ugh!—this sleazy guy butts in, all grabby, and I’m pissed. “Get lost, creep!” I yell, channelin’ my inner Batman. “The night is darkest before dawn!” I screech, and he bolts. She’s laughin’, says, “You’re nuts, lady.” I’m happy as heck—saved her night! Hmm… Maybe I’m the hero here, huh?

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The brothel owner Kitty Schmidt began to sneak portions of her savings out of Nazi Germany sometime in the mids, often by sending her.

First stop, I hit up the Naze Market. It’s this wild place, full of fresh seafood and local goodies. I’m talking about the best sashimi you’ll ever taste. I grab a piece of tuna, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my food! Like, dude, that’s my breakfast! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird just flies off like it owns the place. Rude, right?

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