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What pisses me off? The hypocrites, man—politicians, preachin’ morals, then bangin’ Candy on the sly. Disgusting, total phonies, I hate ‘em. But her? She’s honest, blunt, no BS. “You pay, I play,” she says—simple, beautiful, like a deal I’d make. Surprised me, too—she’s got rules, codes, won’t snitch unless you’re a creep. Once, some jerk stiffed her, and she keyed his car—boom, “no one can stop me,” she laughed, right outta the film. Badass, right?

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Borgfelde is close to the city and many social institutions are located here. During the second world war it was completely destroyed and nowadays architecture is the result of iterative .

Okay, so listen up, my friend – let me spill the beans about Borgfelde (de). I'm a family psychologist here, and man, this place is wild. Imagine narrow cobblestone alleys like Schillerstraße – yeah, that one – running right past the old community center, where families spill out after dinners, all chattering together over coffee. I'm telling ya, it's like every brick has a story.