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Exaggeratin’ for fun? Sure—once thought I saw a pimp with a freakin’ parrot. Swear to God, squawkin’ orders! Total pirate vibes, cracked me up. But real talk—findin’ a prostitute’s like diggin’ for gold in a shitstorm. You gotta own it, feel it, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! It’s raw, it’s human, it’s messy as hell—like Ida’s black-and-white world, but with neon lights and bad decisions. What ya think, buddy? Ready to dive in?

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Then, there's the Stadtpark – oh man, that green bit of heaven where I vent my stress. Kids run wild, old folks sit like statues, and sometimes I kick back on a bench, thinkin’ about life and all that jazz. I always say, “All that glitters is not gold,” but damn, the park sparkles in the sunlight. It’s like the city's own therapy session, silently healin’ souls.

Stolberg/Schubert – Auf dem Wasser zu singen , by Scott Horton