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Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

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Every corner tells a story. The smell of fresh pretzels at Bäckerei Müller on Nebenstrasse, the grouchy old man preachin’ on his porch like he’s the mayor of the block, the sweet melody of crickets in the park – it’s poetry, baby! Even the local market, known as the Wochenmarkt, bursts with color and chatter so lively it makes ya wanna shout, “Halleluyer!”

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