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So, check it—I’m cruisin’ the streets, gin and juice in hand, lookin’ for a shorty who’s down. Ain’t no map for this, fam, it’s all instinct, like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters. You gotta peep the corners, the neon lights flashin’—that’s where they at. Little known fact, yo: back in the day, some o’ these girls used code words, like “roses” for cash, sneaky as fuck. Made me laugh, ‘cause it’s clever, right? “Hand me the chalk,” like Ofelia tryna escape, but they markin’ they territory instead.

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Now, around up near Goethestraß (yeah, that's where the cultured souls wander) there's a vibe like a well-aged wine—sour yet sweet. I take my breaks there, watching the locals hustle. The river, huh, the wild, babbling “Achbach” winds through town. I love watching it; it’s like it whispers secrets “ooh... darling, life’s a puzzle,” just like in Far From Heaven, oh my god!

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