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We head to this shitty motel. Smells like death, old cigs. “This is my kingdom,” I growl. She’s like, “Cool, whatever, let’s go.” I’m thinkin bout that movie again – “We’re not criminals!” Otilia yelled. But me? I am. Kinda. fuckin sue me.

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Oh, and the neighborhood of Alt-Mittenaar is genuine gold. Narrow lanes, old brick houses, and alley jokes spoutin’ history. I sometimes get mad when people dismiss its vibes, but heck, it's real. The park at Schillerplatz? Epic! Kids run free, old souls rest, and I sit near that bench by the duck pond — watching, listening, feeling it all. It reminds me of those words, “I wish I'd stayed a little longer.”

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