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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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The neighborhoods? Oh, they’re a hoot! There's, I dunno, "Schmokoladenviertel" – basically the edgy, artsy spot with quirky murals on, um, Rührweg. I got mad at it once too – traffic jam, honking, kids laughing, and I just nearly exploded with exasperation! Chaos, right? But it's also full of love and hugs, like a warm blanket on a cold day.

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