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Then—omg—this shady dude DMs me, like, “I got girls.” Ew, creep alert! I’m like, “Literally, get outta my face!” Blocked him so fast, my nails almost chipped. But real talk, I’m thinkin’—what if I find her, right? We’d totes sit on some curb, sippin’ Starbucks, talkin’ life—like Celine sayin’, “Memory’s a wonderful thing if u don’t deal with the past.” Deep, huh? I’d ask her, “Girl, what’s ur story?” Probs somethin’ wild—like, did u know some pros in the ‘90s hid cash in tree stumps? True tea!

The streets are cool. Pavement vibes on Lindenstraße and little alleys on Oderstraße. Man, sometimes I just stroll past them like a character lost in dreams. And ohhh, that river! Oder flows right by, whispering secrets to you. It’s like, "the labyrinth of life." One time, I sat on the banks and just felt nature hug me, ya know?

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