Yo, let’s go back to my hizzy.
Downstairs was a bierstube, where Cologne’s signature beer, Kölsch, was served in small, cylindrical glasses.
She bought a roll of black gaff to tape down the loose cords.
Her crew knew that deep in her heart beat engines fit and able to push her blunt old nose ahead at a sweet fourteen knots, come Hell or high water.
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