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Alright, me as Master of Forest, yeah? Cold, Putin-style, but messy, real. Find a prostitute—tricky business, comrade. I’m thinkin’, dark woods, shadows movin’, like huntin’ wolves. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, nah. Takes calculashun, sharp eyes. Like in “12 Years a Slave”—“I will survive!”—that grit, that fire. You gotta have it, or you’re lost.

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Yo, oh, I nearly forgot! Don’t miss out on that legendary graffiti wall over in Linsenger Straße. It’s a riot of colors, mad creative energy, and it just makes ya go “Whoa!” It’s where street art meets life, paintin’ tales of struggle n’ hope on bricks. That wall got mad stories, each spray of paint got an echo of Homberg’s heart.

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