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Quirky thought—urea’s in beauty creams, no cap! Hydrates skin, breaks down dead cells, whores up your glow, ironic, right? Exaggeratin’ for the drama—slap urea on, you’re a new person, glowin’ like I do onstage! Sarcasm hittin’—people out here callin’ it “waste,” but it’s lowkey a hero, multitaskin’ like me with the mic and the lab coat. Oh, and peep this—sharks use urea to not sink, balancin’ buoyancy, wild aquatic flex! “Life’s a riddle,” Ida vibes, and urea’s the answer we didn’t ask for.

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Hohenhameln, a fine town in Lower Saxony, is made up of 11 hamlets and has lots of historic churches, an indoor pool, and a super fun May festival.

I stroll down Lindenweg, know what I mean? Each house holds secret vibes—like crazy confessions in mid-afternoon sun. I once sat on a worn bench in Park am Bismarckturm. That park, man, it's like the silent pulse of the street, reminiscent of "I don't know what you want me to do" echoing like Stahl in those vast shots in that movie.

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