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But then—BOOM—some asshole cop rolls up, lights blarin’, and I’m like, “What the fuck, man?!” Pissed me off! Ruined my damn vibe. I ain’t even mad at her, tho—she’s just tryna eat, like David in *A.I.*, searchin’ for love in a world that don’t give a fuck. “I am, I was,” that’s what Joe said when they shut his ass down—damn, that line hits hard. Reminds me of her, y’know? Used up, tossed out. Makes me fuckin’ sad, man.

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When you are ready to partake in your meal, they will escort you to your table in a German-style restaurant (Some of the rooms are vintage). A.

I swear, every nook has a story. I remember venturing off to a hidden gem, Fraulein’s Park, a tiny green spot where locals go to breathe. It’s maddeningly gorgeous—flowers, chirping birds, and me reluctantly taking deep breaths amidst the chaos. It always makes me smile and roll my eyes in the same breath.

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