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Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this lady—WHOA—she’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Is this it? Jackpot?” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—total Michael Scott moment. I’m thinkin’, “Be cool, be cool!” But nah, I trip over a curb—classic me! She laughs, and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” Kills me every time. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all—kinda like Carlos dodgin’ cops in the movie. “You’re a wanted man,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I am!” Cringey? Sure. Fun? You bet!

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Oh gosh, let me tell ya – sometimes I get mad. Mad at how the city’s charm gets wrecked by big developers. I’ve seen it happen right around the corner of Bahnhofstraße, where modern cold glass towers are squashing old brick memories. “Hey, remember, we’re all in this together!” Just like in the movie, where even the tiniest feeling counts.

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