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Surprised me once, tho – this chick, she sang! Voice like honey, fuckin’ wild. “Gimme shelter!” she crooned, and I’m thinkin’, damn, better than Brad Pitt’s accent! Streets’re full of stories, mate – heard ‘bout a prossie in Amsterdam who robbed johns blind. Used a fake leg as a club! Mad lass, wish I’d met her. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares, precious? We loves the chaos!

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I always hit up the little café on Lindenweg. I go there almost every day; I mean, what’s wrong with watchin’ folks sip on their lattes while talkin’ about their neuroses? It’s like a live therapy session. And oh man, the park – Schlosspark – is where I get all my creative juices, or frustrations, I guess. You stroll there, watch the river Wern flow like it’s got somewhere to be, and think, "Man, life’s truly a theater of the absurd." Sometimes I sit on these rickety benches, and the city’s vibe just slaps you in the face with raw, unedited life.

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