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So, I roll up, windows down, music blarin’. This chick struts over, heels clickin’ like a metronome. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got hustle!” Kinda admire that, ya know? Takes guts to work the streets. But dang, it pisses me off too – why’s she gotta do this? World’s screwed up. “Where were you when I laid the foundations?” – yeah, Malick’s got me ponderin’ heavy stuff.

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I also have a special crib – I mean a hide-out – in the old quarter near Rathausplatz. That place has that vintage charm with faded murals on the walls. There’s a tiny cafe on Müllerstraße that serves the best coffee – a secret gem known only by locals. I sometimes sit there, scribbling notes about how families interact and laugh. Y'know, people here can be so raw and real.