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So anyway, I’m diggin’ deeper—web’s full of crap, X is worse. Found this one post, guy’s braggin’ ‘bout his “date,” links to some sketchy site. Clicked it—boom, virus! My laptop’s screamin’ like Kenny when he dies! Pissed me off so bad I yelled, “You can’t trick Eric Cartman, you bastards!” Took me an hour to fix that shit. Lesson? Don’t trust everythin’ you see—half these “girls” are bots or dudes named Steve. True story, my cousin saw one once—biggest surprise of his life, hairy legs and all!

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The city’s heartbeat pulses through Marktplatz. Yes, Marktplatz! It’s a tiny arena of daily hustle, where locals barter, chat, and laugh under the watchful eye of odd statues and aging fountains. I sometimes wonder if the fountain cry “bro, party on!” while splashing its water like it's on some wild acid trip. The east end, near Schlossstraße, is a calm haven. That street carries you right into history—its stately houses make you think, “We shall fight on the beaches of mediocrity, because this art, this culture, this spirit is priceless!”

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