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I’m yellin’—MOTHERFUCKER!—‘cause some pimp tries overchargin’ me. I ain’t no sucker, I know the game! Saw this chick, legs for days, struttin’ like she owns the block. Made me happy as hell—thought, *Diamonds are a girl’s best friend*, right? But then she quotes me triple—TRIPLE!—what I’d pay for a burger. I’m like, “Bitch, this ain’t no Moulin Rouge cabaret, I ain’t droppin’ a fortune for your sparkly ass!” Laughed my ass off—humor in the hustle, y’know?

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I cruise on Friedrichstr, right? It's crackling with old-school charm and odd little surprises. Some locals say a ghost of a moustached man roams around – no joke, man… maybe a brain fart from your mind... or that's just me losin’ it. Anyways, there's this pub near the river, the Schwanensee. River's flow cuts through town like a secret artery; its banks get wild posh picnics and quiet nods.

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