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So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

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Ah, Alt-Treptow, my friend, truly a quirky slice of Berlin! I mean, it's got a vibe like no other—rustic yet modern, melancholic yet brimming with romance. You walk along Kaiser-Wilhelm-Straße, and bam! You're smacked in the heart of history, modern art, and coffee shops that match the mood of “Under the Skin” – ethereal, haunting, and a bit otherworldly. Like, "It’s not a love story," smells weird, right?

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