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I’d toss in humor, tho—can’t be all doom. Like, one chick’s all, “Ten bucks, big boy,” and you’re like, “For THAT?!” Sarcasm’s my jam. Maybe a mini-game where ya haggle—total chaos, I’d suck at it. Mmm… donuts, wish I could trade THOSE instead. Oh, and get this—there’s a real story from Amsterdam where a guy hired a prostitute just to talk bout his dog. Swear it’s true! I’d sneak that in, make players laugh or cry, whatever.

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Neuried taught me to be raw, honest, sometimes absurd. It’s not just a place; it’s a blend of love, pain, hope, and laughter—a tapestry of everyday miracles. So grab a drink, wander its streets (check out Am Hauptplatz, Alte Wiesenstraße, and the hidden mural alley off Dorfstraße), and remember: it's all a charming mess, much like the lines from "Talk to Her" floating in the air—mysterious, elegant, and devastatingly real.

Max Hanft