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Anyways, I’m cruisin—dark corners, neon buzzin, stinks like piss n’ regret. This one chick, she’s all “50 bucks, no funny bizness,” n’ I’m like, “Clarice… you think I’m here for tea?” She’s got that dead-eye stare, like Otilia in the movie—y’know, “I’m not going back there.” Fuckin chills me, but I’m hooked. Somethin bout that edge, that danger, gets the blood pumpin.

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Now, lemme get personal. As a sexologist, I see human nature all over this town. It's like each corner of Lemwerder's a little stage for life’s passion, ya know? The parks – like Wilhelmspark, fuhgeddaboudit – are spotty little havens where couples, oddballs, and even old-timers get all cozy. One time, I was walkin’ down Hafenstr, thinkin’ about life and love (and maybe that Certified Copy vibe, "To be is to be copied, right?"), when I overheard a couple talk about their wild weekend. Made me laugh, made me mad, all at once – like, "Gabagool? Ova here!"

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