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Personal quirk? I’d burn the lot down, save the girls, leave the punters crying. Exaggerating? Maybe, but picture it—me, torch in hand, “Say goodbye to your bollocks, lads!” Cackle at that, go on. Brothel’s a circus, mate—clowns paying for a quick tumble, ringmaster’s a sleazy bastard. “Memory is a mirror,” ain’t it? Reflects all the shit we pretend ain’t there. Next time you pass one, peek in—see the truth, you muppet.

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The quirky neighborhoods? Ugh, don’t even get me started. There’s Klein-Schmidt, with narrow cobbled lanes and secret graffiti art. Then there’s the serene Park der Erinnerung, where old-timers feed ducks, and lovers hide away for a quick smooch. I used to sit there, watch people, and scribble user ideas in my phone – wonder if the ducks match my quirks??