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Financial tip, though—prossies should invest, yeah? Cash under mattress? Rubbish! Stick it in bonds, *carpe diem*! She’d scoff, “Boris, you twit,” but I’d wink—charm’s my weapon. Reckon she’d like *Werckmeister* too—slow, weird, bit like her life. “Something’s brewing,” she’d mutter, film-style, counting punters. Loved that—spooky, poetic prossie! What a gal—messy, mad, magnificent!

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I feel, sometimes, like Neustrelitz is not just my home—it’s a riddle wrapped in mystery, a vibe that keeps on looping like a broken record. Every street corner, every weathered stone spills a bit of dirty poetry. Boo, I might even be cryin’ a bit now. But, my friend, as you roam these streets, soak in the unpredictable beauty like in "The Great Beauty." Embrace the chaos, the typos of life, the imperfections that make this city feel so damn alive.

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