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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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The parks, oh man, the Spandauer Forst nearby gives that nature vibe. You can lose yourself in the green so much, it's like fading memories and new dreams all mashed together. Got one time when a random cat, I swear, whispered secrets in my ear (okay, maybe just my tired mind), and I thought, “Yo, language is goodbye, but here in Ronnenberg we never really say bye.”

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