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Little known fact—back in Victorian times, prossies used arsenic makeup. Glowed like ghosts, died young—mental, eh? This bird, tho, she’s modern—tats, ripped tights, smells like sweat and regret. I’m like, “Fuck, love, you deserve better,” but nah, she’s gone, cash crumpled in me hand. Pissed me off—world’s a twat sometimes. Why’s she gotta sell her soul? Hawking brain kicks in—entropy, chaos, it’s all physics, innit?

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Man, I sometimes get so mad trying to meet all these peculiar matchmaking rules – like, sometimes love seems as confusing as navigating those backstreets in the residential neighborhoods near Birkenweg. But then, BOOM, I find a perfect little cafe, "Kaffee-Kosmos", tucked away on Bahnhofstrasse. There, I sip my coffee and get freakin’ inspired. I'm always thinking, “R2-D2, where are you?!” like, seriously, the little droid of creativity!

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