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Dunno, somethin bout the whole game gets me goin – the chaos, the rush, like I’m runnin Gotham’s streets again. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it FEELS huge, y’know? Growl, “You merely adopted the dark” – I’ve seen the shadows normals miss. Like how some prossies got regulars who bring ‘em food, not just cash – human side to it, warms the ol’ heart. Still, watch yerself – some’ll rob ya blind if ya ain’t sharp.

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Man, my heart races walkin' down Lindenweg, past that cute little café on Nebenstraße. Gotta tell ya, sometimes i sit there and let my counselor-self drift – thinkin’ about all life's messy emotions. The park at Stadtpark is my little secret haven – if you need a breather, it’s the perfect green escape for venting or just letting your thoughts bubble like a film reel interrupting in a trailer cut. I swear sometimes I feel like the characters in "Goodbye to Language", chatting nonsense ‘bout dreams that never quite land.

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