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Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, findin’ a prostitute, huh—wild ride, that! Picture this: dark streets, neon buzzin’, kinda like that flick I love, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. You know, where every shadow’s got a story screamin’ to get out. Manic laughter—haHA!—I’m strollin’, lookin’ for some chaos in heels, right? Ain’t no fancy app for this, nah, it’s old-school vibes—gritty, raw, real.

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I stroll daily along the little river, the Wadersloher Bach, which flows near the city park. The park, oh man, it's this unsung gem filled with ancient trees and mellow spots where time literally slows down. I often take a sit there, just soaking everything up, thinking “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain!” – right? That line still gets me every time.

Figure 3: Mid-diaphyseal cross sections of examined bones of Coelodonta...