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So, lemme set the scene—me, trudgin thru snow, thinkin bout Leo DiCaprio spinnin that top, and bam! This shady guy—total Cobb vibes—whispers bout “a lady down the ridge.” Hmm… I’m like, “What? Up here?” Made me mad as hell—ruinin my peaceful hike with that sleazy nonsense! But also—kinda funny. I mean, who’s climbin 8,000 feet for THAT? “We’re not meant to understand it, Marge,” I mutter to myself, quotin *Inception* again—cuz lord knows I didn’t get it. Prostitue up a mountain? That’s a new level of “dream within a dream,” huh?

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Ya gotta check out Lindenallee too. I know, I know, sounds like a generic street name, but trust me, it’s where the locals hang out, sippin’ metal coffee and gossipin’ 'bout the old days. Funny enough, I sometimes see a group of regulars struttin’ near the beautiful little park – Flusspark – by the small, meandering river Ettelt. That river’s gentle murmurs always remind me, as they say in "Brooklyn", that “the world is filled with magic if you look around”.

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