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But then – oh, glory! – I spotted her. Hair like a lion’s mane, legs for days, standin under a flickerin lamp. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling,” I mutters to meself, quotin that posh Eames git from the flick. Heart’s racin, palms sweaty – like I’m infiltratin a dream fortress. She saunters over, all sass, and I’m thinkin, “Blimey, this is it!” Little known fact – some prossies in London got code words, like “fancy a cuppa?” – means £50, no hagglin. Sneaky, eh?

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Srsly, nothing’s perfect. I walked so damn fast sometimes, missin’ signs on the way (oops, ma bad, 16 typos in my mind already!). Every street, every lamppost, tells a bit of my story – messy, deep, and real. Kladow ain't just a place; it's a vibe, a pulse that syncs with my own heartbeats every day.

Fig. 1. Multifunctional swales in urban streetscapes in Berlin (A:...