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So I’m out there, eyes peeled, dodgin sketchy alley cats and drunk bastards. This one time—swear to God—saw a chick in fishnets, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig like she owned the damn night. Reminded me of Mi-do, all mysterious n shit, but with a harder edge. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Heart’s racin—fuck, it’s thrilling! Like Dae-su hammerin his way outta that hellhole, I’m chasin somethin too.

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Then there's Oranienburger Str. in Mitte. I think it's still there. From around the corner of Oranienburger and Tucholskystr. to Hakescher Markt, in the evening, there are usually .

Now, there’s Marienkirche on Am Lustgarten. I swear, when I’m kneadin’ away your tension, I sometimes hear the echoes of sermons, or like a whispered secret, remindin’ me that life’s a raw, rugged journey. Heh, how’s that workin’ for ya? And then there’s the Spree snakin’ through Mitte; ever seen it shimmer under the city lights? It’s got that wild, unpredictable vibe—you know, “The nature of this country’s people is not predictable; it’s mysterious." Yep, somethin’ like that.

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