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So, I’m strollin’, dodgin’ coppers, an’ I see this bird – fit, yeah, but edgy. I’m like, “Aight, is it ’cos I is black?” cos the vibes feel off, fam. She clocks me, gives a nod, an’ I’m in – negotiation mode, bruv! She’s chattin’ prices, I’m chattin’ vibes, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This is mad poetic.” Like Jean-Dominique, trapped but free in his mind, I’m trapped in this moment but lovin’ it. “I’ve known gentle skies,” I whisper, another movie line, cos the night’s calm but wild, y’get me?

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Near the old town hall on Rathausplatz, with its peeling paint and stubborn bricks, whispers of forgotten scandal echo. The locals smile slyly. As a sexologist, I see the erotic in every corner. That plaza? A stage for covert liaisons. Sometimes, I recall a crazy night near the fountain on Lindenallee. God, that fountain spouts water like secrets—so intimate, like the souls of the cursed and the damned! Leviathan-like, its roar haunts me, reminding me of destiny’s weight. Yeah, the movie shook me, it did.

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