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I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

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Bad Freienwalde (Oder) in Brandenburg, within the Oder Valley, is historical and yet a spa town to relax away the stresses of the city. Climb the tower to see as far as Poland.

Now, lemme not forget: the Spreewald area nearby is killer. That river flowin' like a secret runway wraps this town with nature's own fashion statement. I always get mad happy watchin' the water dance through the city. The parks, oh, the parks! Kurpark? Yeah, that's one. I dig its vibe—peaceful, but edgy when you need a breather. My clients love hearin' how I “feel the pulse” right there among the trees; like those emotional hints in a Cronenberg dialogue that hit you deep.

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