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Well, halleluyer, chile, lemme tell ya! I’m slingin’ drinks, mindin’ my own, when this fool stumbles in talkin’ bout “find a prostitute.” Now, I ain’t judgin’—much—but I’m like, “Honey, what’s good?” He’s all sweaty, lookin’ like he just ran from the law or somethin’. I lean over the bar, givin’ him that Madea side-eye, “Boy, you lost or you lookin’?” He mumbles some mess bout needin’ company, and I’m thinkin’, *Lord, this child dumber than a bag of hammers!*

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Then there's the market at Rathausplatz – buzzing, chaotic, proper authentic. I cant remember how many times I've dashed there after a wild night; it's like, "What did you just see?" like in Mulholland Drive, ya know? And yo, sometimes I wander down Zieglerstrasse, thinkin’ "This is where I met the coolest peeps" – and bros, it never fails to amaze me with its oriental oozin' charm.

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