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I’m pissed, right? These shady corners, neon lights flickerin’—it’s a mess. You’d think it’s easy, like orderin’ fries, but nah. Takes guts, patience, and a nose for trouble. Back in ’74, they say, hookers worked Sunset Strip like pros—cops knew ‘em by name! Now? It’s all sneaky, scattered, makes me wanna holler. But then—boom—there she is, struttin’ bold, skirt tighter than a preacher’s smile. “Bigfoot’s got nothin’ on this,” I chuckle, noddin’ to that flick’s wild cop.

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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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