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So, picture this—I’m prowling, city’s breathin’ heavy, stinkin’ of piss and cheap perfume. Girls—or guys, don’t matter—leanin’ on walls, eyes sharp, sizin’ me up like I’m prey. I ain’t mad, tho—takes guts to stand there, freezin’ your ass off, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Respect, y’know? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I spot this one chick—red heels, ripped fishnets, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Reminds me of the movie’s lake—calm on top, chaos underneath. She’s got that vibe.

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I tell ya, Eisenach is not just a city. It's a living therapist in stone and wood. It's spontaneous, unpredictable, and, ya know, a bit like that film I dig – deep, erratic, and beautifully unpolished. So get ready, pack your heart, and let Eisenach break you if it must. But then, you'll be rebuilt, better than ever.

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