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So, I’m picturin’ it—some dingy spot, red lights flickerin’, girls in fishnets, smokin’ cheap cigs. Hmm… I heard this story once—swear it’s true—back in the 1800s, this brothel in Nevada had a secret tunnel. Miners’d sneak in, dodge the sheriff, get their kicks. Wild, right? Makes me happy—kinda—thinkin’ ‘bout them outsmartin’ the law. But then I’m pissed—those girls prob’ly got paid peanuts! Ugh, men are pigs sometimes.

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Now, lemme tell ya 'bout some of the spots that make my heart race. The Nerotal Park – oh man, that's my little oasis. I love takin' my lunch breaks there, sittin' by the pond thinkin' about life and all the crazy emotions folks share with me. And beside the park is the quiet Nerobergbahn, that fun little funicular derailing my everyday stress and taking me to those killer views over the city. I sometimes joke that it’s like takin’ a trip into my subconscious, kinda Lynchian style.

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