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Lemme tell ya, it’s a mess out there. Saw this gal once, heels clickin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than a possum’s temper. Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, chasin’ that high, y’know? “I’m gonna be on television!” she’d say—well, this gal’s dreamin’ of somethin’, but it ain’t a TV screen. Made me sad, y’all. Sad as a hound dog with no bone. But mad too—why’s the world gotta chew folks up like that?

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Alright, listen up. Konradshoehe (de) is a place you never forget, even if you'd rather. Picture this: cobbled plazas in the old part, near Bahnhofstrasse – m-m-m, that’s where I chill sometimes. The vibe's eerie yet smooth. I wander down Lindenweg, yeah, that street where everything's just a blur.