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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, man! Back in Springfield, ya hear whispers, like, “Go down to Moe’s, ask quiet-like.” D’oh! Ain’t nobody at Moe’s spillin’ that kinda tea! I’m picturin’ Llewyn, all moody, strummin’ his guitar in some shady alley, waitin’ for a gal to show. “I don’t see money here,” he’d say, all sarcastic-like—ha! That’s me, broke and clueless!

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I can’t forget the riverside by Kirchplatz. There’s a small bridge that looks like it’s straight outta an art film—seriously, like some scene from Werckmeister Harmonies. “There is no truth except in the peace of the moment.” Yeah, whatever, man, but it works.

Two daredevils walk slackline suspended between hot air balloons