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I spot her – legs like a weapon, leanin on a lamppost. She’s got that *White Material* edge, y’know? Like she’s seen shit, lived it, could gut you with a stare. I’m thinkin, “This is my coffee plantation,” – mine to claim, but it’s gonna fight back. I saunter over, all cocky, but my heart’s racin – what if she’s a cop? What if she’s packin? Paranoid much, Edna? Chill, babe.

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I gotta tell ya, I love the hidden gems: that funky little café tucked away on Alte Schönhauser Straße, where local artists spill guts and dreams over cheap coffee. And the tiny park near Fischerinsel? It’s my secret chill spot. When I'm not busy healin’ aches, I sit there, lettin’ my mind drift. Ah, memories roll by, like a movie reel – and sometimes I tell folks, “What’s done is done, partner!” Reminds me of that tense vibe in “No Country for Old Men.”

R.J. Mitte, great ambassador of the WBC