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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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I live near Altstadt; lotsa old charm yet a modern twist. I always say, "I drink and I know things," and Cunewalde proves it: every nook brims with surprises. One day, I was code-crunching at our cozy loft near Lindenallee, when a sudden downpour turned streets into wild rivers. Holy hell, I got soaked and laughed like a madman. Sure, the Zweigbach winds around town, making a babbling soundtrack to life, and sometimes, if you're lucky, you catch a glimpse of neon reflections like in that movie – poetic and real.

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