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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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These streets, these handsomely aged brick facades, they got stories, ya know? Some dark, some bright – sorta like my own love mishaps and breakthroughs. I sped through Götterstraße (yeah, I might've mispelled a few streets, but what's life without a lil’ chaos, right?) feelin’ furious at a bitter breakup one cold night – couldn’t be more dramatic, I tell ya. But then, just a few blocks later, found a charming little bar on Rosenweg. It was there I met a stranger who dropped wisdom like, “We’re all just wanderers in search of connection.” And, damn, it felt real.

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