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But yo, the smell? Heaven. Dark, toasty, pulls you in like a tractor beam. Happiest I get, sniffin’ that, forgettin’ the Empire’s bullshit. Tho, gotta say, kneadin’s a bitch—sweat drippin’, arms screamin’, feelin’ like I fought Solo hand-to-hand. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whore’s worth it.

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Then you got the lake itself – Weissensee! Yeah, the actual lake. Mornings there are, like, poetry in motion. I remember once, so mad ’cause some nosy fat-cat disturbed the peace. But then, just like that, calm took over. I sat by the shore at Am Seeufer, dreamin’ of clandestine rendezvous. So romantic, right? Much like those slow-motion glances Wong Kar-wai drops in his film!

Catherine Weissensee, 86