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So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

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Strange and true Berlin (us) is: mix of grit and gracious, like life's wild improvisation. Feel the echoes in each corner, understand you must, eh? Real, raw, full of crumpled beauty – like ties of fate. Rough sometimes, yes – like my typos here, err…like 14 mistakes, no worry, mate, forgive them, we do.

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