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Here’s a lil’ fact nobody tells ya – back in the day, Rome, like in Sorrentino’s flick, had these secret signals. Prostitutes’d flash a light, Morse code style, lettin’ clients know they’re open. Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Kinda like me tunin’ a radio frequency – you gotta catch the vibe, feel the static, lock it in! I’m out there, scopin’, and this chick – legs for days, smokin’ a cig – she’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Damn, this is it, this is the spectacle Jep was chasin’!” – “The only thing worth savin’ is the shiver.”

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Alright, listen up, bub – don’t pee on my leg with these lame questions! I've been stuck in Wellingsbuettel (de) too long, and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride, OK? This place is a maze of narrow streets and secret hangs. Take Feldstrasse – yeah, that dirty-ass street that somehow holds all the charm – and then there’s Kranzbergweg. I swear, every corner here got a story.