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So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

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Man, I gotta tell ya—it's hectic, it's thrilling, it's an endless series of mini-adventures. If you wander through Alt-Treptow, your heart will miss no beat. It's alive with secrets, silly noises, and the echo of drunken laughs. Go explore, get lost, and remember: “I drink and I know things.”

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