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I’m Not Singing in St. Goar

The first thing that changed things was the dog, a dachshund called Spritz. It is late and after a grandish dinner in a place on Bacharach’s market square, a dark woody restaurant where elderly German Warrrior Queens with unfeasibly large … Continue reading

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