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So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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Oh, oh – can't forget the Altstadt part! Stone houses, narrow alleys, real trippy. Walkin' down Hohenzollernstraße, I sometimes freak out cuz it reminds me a bit of that movie, "Zero Dark Thirty"! “We live in a society,” I joke, even though I'm all peace and gimme a donut kinda dude. Like, really, when I was meditattin' near the old watermill on Mühlenweg, I nearly had an epiphany, man! Even though my brain was reelin' from stress, I became all, “THIS IS IT!” (srsly, movie vibes, dude).

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