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Streets dark, I wander, thinkin’—where they at? Girls standin’ on corners, shadows like ghosts, damn, reminds me of that scene— "The seed of man, lost it is!"—but here, seed’s for sale, cheap too! Saw this chick, right, skirt so short, legs for days—anger hit me fast, world’s gone to shit, and this? This is what’s left? Fuckin’ sad, man.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, Vellmar's small but damn lively. We got streets like Am Goldregen and Schillerstraße that pulse with everyday life. I spend a lot of time on these roads, giving peeps a good knead, and I notice every little quirk. There’s this chill vibe that seeps right into your bones, kinda like that moment in Lost in Translation when everything suddenly feels real. “Take it slow,” like they say in the flick, ya know?

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