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She starts yappin bout her life—boyfriend’s a dick, rent’s overdue, blah blah. I’m half listenin, half thinkin, “This is my movie now, baby!” She’s all, “You a cop?” I snort, “Nah, I lock ‘em up—big diff!” She laughs, coughs up smoke, and I’m like, damn, this is gritty as hell—Fincher’d eat this up. “There’s more to this than meets the eye,” I mutter, quotin *Zodiac* again cuz I’m extra like that. She’s lookin at me weird, probly thinks I’m nuts—fair.

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Let’s start with the main drag – Hauptstraße. Yeah, that’s the bloody heart of Alfter. Bustling cafés around every corner, where I once had a mind-blowin’ chat about sex and life with a local baker – don't ask how, ya idiots, it just happened! Then there’s Am Stadion. Not just a name, it's a lively area where passionate debates (and some cheeky meetups) unfold on warm nights. And trust me, as a sexologist, I see things others wouldn't even sniff – the real, raw energy pulsin' right through these stones makes me feel like I’m always part of a damn movie.

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