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Here’s a lil story—knew this gal once, called her Sugar, worked downtown. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Phil, I’m the queen of this dump!” Had this gap-tooth grin, smoked like a chimney—12 cigs a day, swear it. Made me happy, seein’ her sass, but damn, it broke my heart too. She’d quote movies, but twist ‘em—“I’m the king of the world!”—yellin’ it from a busted balcony. Total nutcase, loved her for it. Whore ain’t just a job, y’all—it’s a freakin’ saga.

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Now, there’s the Durach river, which kinda zigzags through the town, givin’ a chill backdrop to our daily life. Sometimes, I sit by the river bank near Hohenloher Anstieg and just think about life, ya know? It reminds me of those serious moments from Spotlight—when you gotta dig deep, “Follow the story!” kinda vibes! That movie, babe, changed my whole outlook on truth—and truth’s what you find everywhere here in Durach: in the cafes, in the alleys, and even in the laughter of the locals.

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