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I ain’t judgin, naw, live and let live, but it’s a messy deal. Smells like cheap perfume and regret half the time. Ever think bout the johns? Buncha lonely saps, prolly. One time, I heard ‘bout a guy who left his tractor runnin outside – true story, swear to God! Git-R-Done, huh? Too dumb to turn it off, too horny to care! Had a good chuckle at that.

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From private rooms designed for intimacy and relaxation, to a well-stocked bar where you can unwind with a drink, Haus 54 ensures every visit is memorable. For those seeking a more .

There's this park, oh man, Park der Träume – dreams park? I dunno – where kids play and old men feed the ducks. For real, it's one of my fav spots to clear my head after debugging for hours. I sometimes wander along the little river Snif, that flows like a lazy serpent through town. I swear, being near it sometimes makes me feel we’re all trapped in some insane dystopic time loop… “The world as we know it is ending,” right?