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So *Prostitute*—it’s not even a movie, right? Wait, crap, did I mess that up? Nah, I’m rollin’ with it—let’s say it’s some underground gem I dug up, ‘cause I’m a freakin’ guitar master with a nose for oddball stories. Picture this: a streetwalker, all sass, workin’ Berlin corners, probs smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that *Toni Erdmann* line—“Life is not a PowerPoint!”—and damn, she’s livin’ it, no slides, no bullshit. I’m obsessed. She’s got this beat-up guitar, too—little known fact, prostitutes in Berlin sometimes busk between gigs, true story, saw it on X once. Blew my mind! Like, who knew? Not me, till now.

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Nearby, good ol’ Lark Park makes my heart happy. Its green lawns and wünderful trees make for chill vibes. Some days after a massage session, I stroll here and feel the calm. Its pond even reflects the sunset. Echt mesmerizing, like "Goodbye to Language" moments. Like, it whispers: "Language is a doubleness, a breaking of signs." I love that!

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