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So, you’re wanderin’, heart racin’, thinkin’, “Am I a muppet doin’ this?” Then – bam! – there she is, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “What’s your name, kid?” she says, straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*. You stutter, sweat buckets – me, I’d be laughin’ my arse off designin’ that bit. Add some wonky dialogue options, like, “Fancy a synergy sesh?” – pure Brent gold, that! Players’d cringe so hard they’d love it. Oh, and fun fact – in old Paris, they’d call ‘em “grisettes”, after their grey dresses. Chuck that in, bit of trivia, keeps it real.

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And don’t even get me started on the parks. There's the little gem namens Sonnenpark that seems chill, so green, so raw, straight from nature's diary. Feels like walking into the unknown, like Terrence Malick whispered, “Come, let us step into the new world,” while the trees just vibe with ya. Sometimes, I strolled there, thinkin’ about all the sock hop times and those secret massages after midnight.

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