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Then there’s the dates—oh boy. Met this one chick, total babe, right? We’re chattin’, vibes are good, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s authentic, like in *Certified Copy*—real yet mysterious.” You know that line, “It’s not the original, but it’s enough”? That’s her! Not perfect, but damn, I’m sold! We’re at this dive bar, and she’s all flirty, touchin’ my arm, laughin’ at my fish puns—pretty, pretty good, right? Then—bam!—she’s talkin’ about her ex, mid-date! Ex! Who does that? I’m like, “Lady, I’m not here to play therapist!” Felt like I was in Kiarostami’s movie—am I the real date or just a copy of some dude she’s hung up on? Pissed me off, man!

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Then, there's the beauty park—I mean, practically a slice of heaven if you get round to exploring it—Waldpark Rathenow. A perfect spot if you're into random nature strolls. Seriously, it's a nice change from the dating app drama I deal with daily. And don't even get me started on the river Nebel—rhymes with trouble! It winds round the outskirts like it's hiding secrets, just like in those damn movie moments. “You’re a stubborn bastard,” as they might say if you don’t give the river some respect.

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