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I’m pissed tho—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ but he’s just a loudmouth. “Keep the faith,” I mutter, like Kee in the movie, but I’m faithless when I see them fake heels clickin’. Then—bam!—there she is, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the chaos. Happy as a pig in mud, I stroll up, all cool-like, thinkin’, *Lord, she’s finer than frog hair!* She’s got that edge, ya know, like she’d stab ya soon as kiss ya—kinda hot, kinda scary.

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Alright, so, picture this: I stroll down Gartenstraße – yeah, that one – all crisp and alive. Main street VELBERT, buzzing with tiny cafés, bakeries, and that old lock factory vibe. You see St. Nikolaus Church on Dorfstraße. It's dope, kinda quiet and sacred, like an altar in space.

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