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An’ the smell, Christ! Stale fags, cheap perfume, an’ desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me o’ that scene, “Sufferin’ in silence, eh?” But some o’ these birds, they’re crafty – slip ya a wink, an’ yer wallet’s gone! Mate o’ mine, lost his fuckin’ trousers once – proper stitched up, ha! “Shoulda picked the left door, ya nonce!”

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And the neighborhoods—jeez, every district has its quirks. In Obern, the houses lean together in conspiracies; Down by Unterfeld, it’s all quiet and shady—perfect for clandestine midnight whispers. People say, “Fritzlar ain't no big city,” but oh, the stories burn fierce here, man!

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