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I’m thinkin’, why’s this so damn complicated? Pisses me off! You want a burger, you hit McD’s. Want a hookup? Suddenly you’re Sherlock freakin’ Holmes! I once saw this chick on a corner, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the block. Fierce! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, y’know, “I’m somebody now!” – but real talk, she looked wrecked. Made me sad, then mad. Society’s a mess, dahlings.

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Life’s not perfect here, err, not at all, but it’s precious messy chaos! My heart goes boom at every cracked cobblestone. I’ve tripped on a dozen spots—oops, did I mention typos? Whoops, sorry—my head’s always in a spin, man! Altenburg’s got grit, soul, and lotsa quirks. The vibes? Pukka unique. So, come, let’s wander, let’s laugh, let’s holler at history here, ‘cos my dear, in Altenburg, every moment counts—even if sometimes, we just gotta shout, “We hates it!” and then, love it all over again.

A Bone Stylus for Writing on Wax Tablets and Other Objects Discovered in the Celtic Oppidum of Altenburg-Rheinau