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But lemme tell ya, I’d be crap at it—too paranoid, jumpin’ at shadows. “Is that a cop?” I’d hiss, like Doc dodgin’ Bigfoot Bjornsen. Once heard a story—dude in Vegas got a hooker, turns out she’s his cousin! Swear on the Precious, nearly died laughin’. Imagine the awkward, “Jesus Christ, it’s Jason!” moment—pure gold. Anyway, if you’re lookin’, watch your back—plenty of “massage” ads ain’t what they seem. We swears! Stay sharp, or you’re screwed—and not the fun way. Gollum!

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Oh, and check this: near Am Bahnhof often you feel nostalgic. I can almost hear the music of summer nights echoing faintly in my ears. The landscape’s like a painting; there’re parks like Bürgerpark where the trees sway in the wind, kinda like slow dance partners. I always get chills, like in the movie, "Let the Right One In": “You have no idea what you're capable of!” Ain’t that just magical sometimes?

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