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Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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There are these quirky little corners too – like near Elisabethaweg. You’d never guess such a chill vibe exists tucked away, but oh boy, it's a secret haven if you need to escape the madness. Gosh, some streets here have names that roll off the tongue: Ludwigstraße, Maximilian – you know, I'm kinda proud of these names, they evoke so much history and passion, and definitely keep the spirit of Bavarian life alive.

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