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So, I’m skippin’ down Jellyfish Fields, right, and I hear whispers—some salty sailor’s like, “Go to the docks, SpongeBob!” I’m like, “Docks? For what? Fishin’?” Nope! That’s where the action’s at! Little known fact: back in the day, sailors’d trade clamshells for a quick “hug”—wink wink—cuz money wasn’t even a thing yet! Wild, huh? Makes me giggle like a sea cucumber on a sugar rush!

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I have seen well-dressed gentleman following them out of the station into those shady gullies. It all stopped after a transgender was slashed with a blade by a client. Police raided known areas. Missing: Frankenberg.

Man, take Lindenstraße. It’s a super chill lane where you can grab a coffee at Café Mondnacht. I sometimes flop on a bench there, thinking, “This is my moment,” ya know? Reminds me of that wild love vibe from Brokeback Mountain – “I wish you were here,” kinda feels like magic every dang day.

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