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Here’s a lil’ fact—didja know? Old-school Berlin, like in the movie, had secret codes too. Prostitutes’d wear red ribbons—signal shit. Now it’s emojis, hearts and peaches. I’m like, “Man, that’s art!” Wiesler’d dig that, ear to the wall, listenin’. “To think they’re people like us,” he’d mutter. Deep, yo—makes ya think.

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But then, I get a call. Some lady on De Zandweg is freakin’ out about rats in her attic. I mean, come on! Who even lets that happen? So, I rush over, dodgin’ cyclists and those annoying tourists who think they own the place.