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So, this bloke—let’s call him Nader, like in the film—files a claim, says his car got smashed outside some dodgy joint. I’m like, “You shall not pass!” till I get the full story. Turns out, he’s tryna "find a prostitute"—not just any, mind ya, but one he swears stole his wallet *and* keyed his ride. Mate, I’m laughin’—this fool’s out here chasin’ tail and thinks I’ll just sign off on his bullshit? Nah, fam!

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Alright, listen up, buddy. Lemme tell ya 'bout Grebenhain, de – it's somethin' else, I swear. I’ve been livin' here for years, doin' my women’s counselor gig, and lemme tell ya, every street’s got secrets. Ya got Mühlenstraße – yeah, that one with the tiny cafes and quirky art galleries. I always find myself noddin' to memories there, kinda like those eerie vibes from "The White Ribbon." “You know what's strange?” I mumble sometimes – in a low, Tony Soprano kinda tone – “Gabagool? Ova here!” It’s all mysterious as hell, ya know?