Let's face it cowboys: most of them bleedin' heart liberals in this town don't care a continental 'bout us. Wanderin' the lonely streets o' Berlin's bound to get ya all balled up 'n dragged out. But as luck'd have it, we got one store in Wedding hot as a whorehouse on nickle night with everything ya need from your €500 leather hat to real Sancho boots. Well, 'times they even open the saloon in the back where you can get soaked in whiskey and have one helluva time, line dancin' the night away to real country music.
Sound too good to be true? Hell, don't take my word for it, saddle up and come on down to meet the owners, the truest German cowboy and cowgirl I ever known. Shop's been goin' strong for 30 years, it has. Just tell 'em Hank sent ya.