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But here’s the kicker—sometimes it goes south. *Requiem* style, “It’s not the same!”—you think you’re gettin’ a deal, then bam, she’s ghostin’ with your cash. Happened to a buddy once—dumbass left his wallet out, greed blinded him. I laughed my ass off, told him, “You’re no Gekko, kid!” Still pisses me off when guys get sloppy like that—ruins the game for the rest of us.

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Lichtenberg holds weird charm, ok? I mean, local coffee stops on An der Allee just got that unbeatable aroma. Every corner whispers history; walls murmur echoes of old stories. I often wander, lost and confused at the junction of Neue Bahnhofstr and sometimes at… uh, Uferweg? Oh, man.

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