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So, picture this—I’m hoppin’ down the street, ears flappin’, lookin’ for a carrot, when bam! I stumble into this shady spot. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on corners, smokin’ cigs. One chick’s like, “Hey, bunny, you lost?” I’m like, nah, just cruisin’, babe! Made me laugh—me, Bugs, lost? Pfft. But it got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Kinda badass, kinda sad. Reminds me of Penny Lane in “Almost Famous,” y’know? “We are not groupies, we’re Band Aids!”—except, nah, these girls ain’t here for the music.

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Oh my days, where do I even start with Bogen, de? This little gem—it’s an absolute riot, a mashup of quaint alleys and bold modernity! Picture this: cobbled lanes, like around Hauptstraße, where life buzzes with vibrant chatter and bustling cafés—a real warm hug for your soul. Honestly, it's like stepping into a scene out of Zodiac—"tick, tick, tick"—but with a twist of ancient Roman sophistication, err, quasi "carpe diem!"

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