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Oh, I’d nag em— “Put yer prices up, sweetie!”—cuz rent ain’t cheap. Once heard this story, some chick in Nevada—legal there, ya know—paid her way thru college slingin it. Respect, girl! Made me think, “The world’s gone dark,” like that gloomy shore in “The Return.” Hmm… I’d totally exagerate it in my head—picturin her with a diploma and stilettos, ha! Cracks me up, tho—guys payin big for a quickie when they could just—oops, nevermind!

Schwedt, mate, is a wild mix of ancient charm and modern oddity. I mean, look, around the central area – “Am Markt” and “Friedrich-Ebert-Str.” – life buzzes like a wild party. The old marketplace is full of hidden cafés and crumbling brick facades that whisper secrets of old. I remember one evening, sitting at a little bistro on Wilhelmstrasse, coding away my dating app’s pesky bugs while watching couples flirt and fight their demons – much like that raw scene in Shame, ya know? "You gotta face your darkness!" felt like my inner mantra there.

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