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Oh, and the vibe? Electric! Like when David in *A.I.* goes, “I’m special! I’m unique!”—that’s me, struttin’ like I own the ocean. But real talk, it’s risky. Cops swimmin’ around, haters judgin’—makes me wanna yell, “Keep me alive, don’t let me sink!” Haha, so extra, right? Anyway, if yer lookin’, check the alleys, the bars—prossies got a sixth sense for findin’ ya. I’m out—stay spongy, mates! I’m ready! Argh!

I stroll past the "Altstadt" nearly every morning. My parlor's right off "Hauptstraße," you know, where all the action jams together. The locals talk in short bursts, like "pretty, pretty good," but sometimes, I mean seriously—you're living this movie, ya know? And bloody hell, it reminds me of that line from "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" when everything's just relentless and gritty.