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This one time, I knew a gal—total whore vibes, right? She’d strut around, all smirks and smoke, like she owned the night. Pissed me off—thought she was better’n me! But then—surprise, surprise—she’d sit quiet sometimes, starin’ at nothin’. Reminded me of that movie line, “The night is darkest…”—fuck, it hit me! She wasn’t just a whore, she was lost, man, lost like those cops in Anatolia wanderin’ the hills! Made me kinda sad—then I laughed, ‘cause who gives a shit, right?

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I overheard some locals on the way to Bahnhofstraße chatting about old stories. It was kinda like my own mini therapy sesh – family bonds in every word. And then, oh crap, I almost missed my train near the river Nidda – its gentle flow still reminds me of my childhood.

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