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Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). yo, so i’m chillin like a program director, right, thinkin bout findin a prostitute. not just any, tho—somethin wild, like in “The Master”. you seen that flick? fuckin masterpiece, man. “Man is not an animal!”—that line hits me hard. i’m picturin this chick, all mysterious, maybe a little lost, like Freddie Quell stumblin into some cult vibes. i’d be like, yo, “We come in peace,” all robotic, cuz us aliens? we notice shit humans miss.

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City’s got these neighborhoods you might not peep on tourist maps – like Kleinstadtviertel, where back alleys echo fresh rappin' beats, and folks hang out at the tiny, secret park called Linden Ecken. Then there’s that little-known spot on Römerweg where old wives’ tales mix with city myths. I swear that place smells like memories and fresh bread.

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