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Found one once, near a busted lamp—skinny gal, all twitchy. “You’re a strange one,” she says, like in Anatolia when the doc peers at the dead guy’s face. I laugh, cos she don’t know the half of it! Paid her quick—cash, no chit-chat—made me happy, that control. But pissed me off too—world’s so grim, she’s out here freezin her arse off. Surprised me how young she was—barely 20, mate, fuckin tragic.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

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