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Alright, listen up, pal—I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m diving into this wild mess about findin’ a prostitute, with my fave flick *A Serious Man* spinnin’ in my head. Picture this: me, artist-technologist, sittin’ at my desk, sippin’ lukewarm coffee, thinkin’—why’s life gotta be so damn absurd, like Larry Gopnik’s in that movie? “Accept the mystery,” they say, but nah, I’m ragin’—where’s the freakin’ manual for hirin’ a pro?

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If a prostitute walks by they always greet him, and he sometimes points toward his door and invites them in. On a good day he might invite people in, but sometimes he just hangs with .

Now, I won't lie. Some parts get me mad—like the constant construction noise when a new office block appears near Rabenwaldkiez. I get so frustrated, nearly wanna scream "What the heck, man?!" But then I chill, think of that unforgettable scene, "He who is not wild enough, he’s dead inside," and bam, serenity. Haha, OK, maybe not the exact line, but you catch my drift.

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