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Oh, and the smells—god forbid! Stale perfume, cigarette smoke—my nose would revolt! I’d be rantin’, “Can’t you Febreeze this joint?” Total “Dogville” moment—Grace puttin’ up with filth, me whinin’ about it. I’d probly tip too much outta guilt—neurotic, right? “Here’s an extra twenty—sorry for existin’!” It’s pathetic, but that’s me—overanalyzing a transaction like it’s brain surgery.

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Street names like Rosenstraße, oh yess, they radiate charm, like a red rose bleeding secrets in the dusk. And yes, there’s Onkel Ewald’s Pfad, that old twisted lane where I once met lost souls needing hard love. I remember, my friend, sitting under a crooked lamppost, whispering hope to a troubled heart – “It seems to me, the world is silently screaming,” just like that film, The Headless Woman, ahh, precious phrases, muddled but true, yesss!

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