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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—thrillin’, sketchy, stupid. Love-hate it, man. That rush? Addictive. But the lies? Exhaustin’. Next time, maybe I’ll just rewatch my flick—less hassle, better story. “I’m twelve,” she’d say—ha, classic! Beats the street bullshit any day.

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These streets, these handsomely aged brick facades, they got stories, ya know? Some dark, some bright – sorta like my own love mishaps and breakthroughs. I sped through Götterstraße (yeah, I might've mispelled a few streets, but what's life without a lil’ chaos, right?) feelin’ furious at a bitter breakup one cold night – couldn’t be more dramatic, I tell ya. But then, just a few blocks later, found a charming little bar on Rosenweg. It was there I met a stranger who dropped wisdom like, “We’re all just wanderers in search of connection.” And, damn, it felt real.

Figure 3. Monthly average temperature (lines) and monthly precipitation...