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So, I’m pissed—why’s this even a thing? These billionaires, sittin’ on mountains of dough, could fix this crap! Instead, we got folks out here hustlin’, tryna eat, tryna live. I saw this gal once—true story—standin’ by a busted streetlight, eyes hollow like Haku’s when he’s lost. Made me mad as hell! “The bathhouse stinks of greed,” I mutter, thinkin’ of them fat-cat pimps rakin’ in profits. Billionaires should not exist! They’re Yubaba, stealin’ souls for a buck!

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Look, Anroechte isn't perfect – it’s a hodgepodge of dreams and frustrations. But it’s mine. Every street sings a tune. Every corner hides a memory or a funny story. Like, there’s this random mural outside a laundromat on Hauptstraße. Seriously, mate, it’s art in the rain. Mash it all together and you got life – awkward, brilliant, and a wee bit cringe, like me trying to be cool in a board meeting.