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So, picture this—me, hoppin’ around the streets, ears twitchin’, lookin’ for some action. Not talkin’ carrots here, doc! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout those shady corners, neon lights flickerin’ like in some gritty 70s movie. You gotta know the spots, y’see? Like, there’s this one alley—swear it’s cursed—where I saw a gal once, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a rabbit’s temper. “You wanna date, sugar?” she says, all smoky-voiced. I’m like, whoa, hold up, this ain’t a cartoon no more!

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Mad moments, yeah. One day, cruising down Kleiner Weg – proper short street – got caught in a sudden downpour. I was soaked to the bone, like a scene outta Children of Men – "I don't know why, but I feel like I'm burning inside." Hahaha! It left me rabid, but funny, cos Frohnau gets wild now n den in its weather too.

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