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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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Kirchberg is--man, it's a mix of that urban vibe and nature, feel me? You stroll down Rue de la Gare, or even hit up Avenue des Finances – bro, the modern glass towers lightin’ up the sky, it's like cruisin’ through a future utopia, ya dig? I been grindin’ right there near Place de l’Europe, where buzz flows like mad tunes.

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