I sold it after I got my Ibby Ricky copy. Wasn't until my 40s that I realised selling your first one is a heinous crime.
A Höfner HS 185 just like this, with the faux croc-skin, plush-lined case that smelled of vanilla, a smell that permeated even the bass itself. Occasionally I'll remember her and scour the ads but to no avail. There's one for sale down south but it's a bit more than I'd pay right now as other guitars still incoming. Couriers permitting, of course.