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But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all laughs. Gets me pissed—those billionaires, sittin’ on their yachts, while workers, yeah, even prostitutes, bust their asses for scraps! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell it hoarse—‘cause the wealth gap’s obscene! One time, I read this story—girl in Vegas, 19, got into it ‘cause college debt crushed her. Nineteen! That’s nuts—system’s rigged, and it ain’t funny.

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Local neighborhood vibes are cool too but wild! Bunteviertel is quirky, bursts of colors, art, and noisy laughs. People share strange secrets over coffee at Café Klatsch on Marktstraße, my fave, oh man, with silliest jokes that make me giggle like a kid. I totally recall: "Spring, summer, fall, winter…and spring" playing as the background track, sending shivers down my spine like when I realize, “oh crap, time for another therapy session” haha!