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I get happy when they don’t rob me blind—simple joys, eh? Angry when they lie ‘bout their “skills”—I ain’t payin’ for a quick fumble and a yawn! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but who cares? It’s my story, and I’m pissed, thrilled, all of it. You wanna find one? Look sharp, haggle hard, and don’t trust a smile—learned that the hard way. “I drink and I know things,” and mate, I know this game’s a messy, mad ride!

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I keep things real. I love Oberasbach ‘cause it's imperfect. Like when you feel like yelling “Here's Johnny!” at the world, reveling in both love and chaos. Every alley, every sound, every little idiotic mistake here tells a story. A drunken night, a random act of kindness – all mixed up in the madness of this town.

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