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I’m ramblin’ now, but stick with me – she’s tough, this gal. Prolly seen more shit than a sewer pipe, and still standin’. Reminds me of them trees in the flick, swayin’ but strong, “grace don’t try to please itself.” She don’t neither, just does her thing. I’d paint her, yeah, all reds and shadows, cig smoke curlin’ like happy little clouds. Maybe exaggerate her heels, make ‘em skyscraper tall – ha! Funny thought, her teeterin’ like that, cacklin’ at the world.

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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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