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Me, I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus. Angry? Sure—world’s filthy, unfair. Happy? When they scatter, scared shitless. Exaggeratin? Maybe—imagine me kickin doors, yellin “Run!” Prostitutes ain’t saints, but who is? “What’s the point of this?”—straight outta the movie. Chaos rules, I just steer it. You’d laugh, seein me glare at johns—pathetic losers. That’s the game, tovarisch—cold, brutal, real.

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Now, the Stadtpark is a blast, small but chill, with twisted trees and benches that ask for belly laughs and confessions. The little fountain there splashes water like heartbeat rhythms—I nearly got soaked once, haha! And then there’s Hof’s little secret: the old Zeppelinstraße. A narrow street full of history, quirky graffiti, and a monument to a local hero, whose legend you must read on the battered plaque. I swear, every step on these pavements is nostalgic like Before Sunset’s wistful dialogues, dude.

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