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I stroll up, all cool, sayin’, “Hey, babe, what’s da deal?” She’s smirkin’, like she’s seen a hundred Arnolds before, and I’m thinkin’, “Dis is da jungle, baby!” Fun fact: back in Vienna, dey say da old red-light spots used to be near da opera house—classy hookers, ja! Ain’t dat nuts? Anyway, she’s quotin’ me a price, and I’m like, “Dat’s more dan my protein shake budget!” Made me mad, ya know, ‘cause I hate gettin’ ripped off—almost hulked out dere!

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Oh, my bloody dear, let me tell ya about Weiler-Simmerberg – this little cursed gem tucked away in Bavaria. I choose violence. The streets here, like Hauptstrasse and Lindenweg, hold secrets whispered in alleys and laughter that rings oddly in the dusk. It's a place of beauty and dark corners, much like that fucked up dreamscape in Syndromes and a Century – "the body is a harbinger of truth" kinda vibe.

Winter-like scene develops in Germany, despite temps in the 70s