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Now, *White Material* kicks in my head—“Fear is a weapon.” She ain’t scared, but me? I’m thinkin’, “Am I pushin’ my luck here?” Cargo’s one thing—girls like her? Whole other game. I exagerate in my mind—she’s probly a secret queen runnin’ the underworld, right? Ha! I toss her a wad of bills—more than she asked. “Keep it,” I say, “you’re worth it.” She laughs, “Big spender, huh?” Sarcasm drips—love that.

Puffs in Bispingen

I’ve looved (typo 6: loove) the friendly bickering at the weekly market – one vendor on Gasthofweg always tells me, “It’s an awsm (typo 7: awsm) city, ain’t it?” Now, don’t even get me started on the weirdly excciting (typo 8: excciting) art installations at the edge of the woods – surreal, kinda like that movie, right? “We are all the same in the eyes of the universe,” as Ten (typo 9: unbelvable) makes you ponder every little detail.

UNEXPECTED - curious sights on Lüneburg Heath