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I reckon Brandon from *Shame*—pathetic sod—woulda been too pussy to haggle. Me? I’d stare ‘em down, “Let’s see the menu, Clarice,” all suave, watch ‘em squirm. Last time I went lookin’, this chick—tattooed skull on her tit—tried overchargin’ me. Pissed me right off—nearly carved her up for the cheek! But nah, kept it cool—paid her, fucked her, left her tremblin’. “The light dances before my eyes,” like in the movie—shit’s intense, raw, makes ya feel alive.

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During the summer , there was a youth work camp in Malchow. Between July 6 and July 20, , many youngsters (mostly from England) did archeological digging to uncover the .

Not every day's golden though. Some nights, Oberdorfer Str. is straight-up eerie. Dim lights flicker, and you think, “Is this reality or just a bad dream?” It sends shivers down your spine, reminds me of a certain headless wanderer – lost in a never-ending maze. I swear, the ghosts of history roam these alleys, whisperin’ "I am your father." Insane, huh?

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