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But ugh, the dudes cruisin’ by? Slimy! Made me wanna yell, “Homer, don’t you dare!” Hmm… creeps me out thinkin’ they’re somebody’s dad! And the smell—cigarettes, cheap perfume—gross! Reminds me of that nasty soup Dae-su chugs—blech! Oh, and fun fact—some prositutes use code words! Like “roses” for bucks—sneaky, right?

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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