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Walk slow, talk soft. That’s my trick. They smell fear. Like dogs. Or desperation. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’. *Why’m I even here?* Then I spot her. Leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt’s too short. Eyes like Therese’s—searchin’. “You don’t know me,” she’d say. Like in the movie. But I see her. I always do.

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In the downtown, the Alte Fabrik still hums past glory days. I swear every brick tells a story. And oh, the little park Schwanstede Park—quiet spot for sips and thoughts.

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