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Oh, and the slang – “hooker,” “working girl” – cracks me up every time. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Ida’d lose her damn mind here.” “Who are these people?” she’d whisper, all holy-like. Me? I’d shrug – “They’re survivors, kid.” Ain’t glamorous, but it’s raw. Once knew a gal, swore she banked 500 bucks a night – exaggeratin’? Maybe. Still, made me go, “Hot damn, that’s hustle!”

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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?

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