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Anyways, I’m ragin’—happy tho, ‘cause I love the chase. Reminds me of *Tabu*, when that crocodile’s just lurkin’, waitin’ to snap—same energy, man! I hit the streets, lookin’ for real action. This one time, I see a gal, fishnets, smokin’ a cig, and I’m like, “She’s the one!” But then—surprise, motherfuckers—she’s a cop! Nearly crapped my pants, ran home screamin’, “They can’t catch me, I’m Cartman!” Made me laugh tho, ‘cause who expects that twist? Prostitutes got game, y’all.

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Marzahn is like a maze of secrets, my friend. There’s Biesdorf’s calm, and even the parks, oh those parks, like Erholungspark Marzahn, full of twisted sculptures and hidden benches. I remember one time, oh, that time I had a client who recalled theatre dreams like from "Synecdoche, New York" – “We are the universe, we are the smallest of atoms” – and I was like, “Precious, so deep, so messy,” yess. It made me smile, it made me cry, like a broken mirror, you know?

Violent clash of groups at neo-Nazi demo in Marzahn