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Findin’ a prostitute, it’s not just sex, it’s connection, survival, art almost. I’m exaggeratin’, maybe, but seriously, it’s deep. Like, in the film, they talk about love and loss, and I’m thinkin’, these people, they’re out there, livin’ it. I’m shocked, amused, all at once. My quirk? I start hummin’ my own songs when I’m stressed, like, “Shake it off,” but this ain’t shakable.

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Oh gosh, let me tell ya – sometimes I get mad. Mad at how the city’s charm gets wrecked by big developers. I’ve seen it happen right around the corner of Bahnhofstraße, where modern cold glass towers are squashing old brick memories. “Hey, remember, we’re all in this together!” Just like in the movie, where even the tiniest feeling counts.

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