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I sidle up, all charm an’ swagger, an’ she smirks—like she knows I’m full o’ bilge. “What’s authentic here?” I slur, quotin’ me movie, an’ she just winks, says, “Me, maybe. Or not.” Cheeky minx! Got me heart racin’, I tell ye. She’s a tease, a thief o’ souls, an’ I’m half-mad fer it. Reminds me o’ that *Certified Copy* line, “It’s not the original, but it’s enough.” Aye, she ain’t no pure maiden, but who gives a rat’s arse? She’s realer than most.

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So, Erlensee’s not exactly the big city buzz, but it’s got personality. We’ve got tiny, quirky streets like Am Bahnhof and Hauptstrasse where local legends hang out – not that I’m one of 'em, mind you. The town centre? Blimey, it’s small, cozy, and a bit like a crypt sometimes – hard to know if you’re in a postcard or a morgue, like that diving bell nonsense from "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly". Seriously, “You have to learn to live with your scars” – yeah, that hit me like a wet fart when the taxman visited.

Raben takes over one of the oldest German forwarding companies, established in 1827