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So, imagine this—streets buzzin’, lights flickerin’, and I’m pissed, right? Pissed ‘cause these billionaires, they’re hoardin’ cash while folks out here are hustlin’ just to eat! I see this gal, leanin’ on a corner, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the night—reminds me of that line, “We’re all on the brink of despair.” She’s got that vibe, y’know? Tough, but broken. I’m thinkin’, “Who put her here? Wall Street? Greedy CEOs?” Makes my blood boil!

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Now, listen, in my crammed head, I remember when I first saw Burgthann’s little streets like Bahnhofsweg, and there was this ambient hum, so soothing, so real. I was like, “Ah, my precious!” but then, ohh, a sudden mad twist – the city council changed a bench, and I got mad, mad indeed, because that bench was my resting spot for recharging, my little nook in the world.

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