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Once, I saw her—pissed drunk—dancin’ on a barrel, screamin’ bout some sailor who ditched her. Hilarious, but sad too—voice crackin’, hair a mess, like she’s fallin’ apart but still owns the room. Made me happy, seein’ her raw like that—none of that fake shit. Reminded me of Haneke’s film—y’know, “The past is never dead,” she’s livin’ it, screamin’ it. Fuckin’ real.

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Walking on Bergstraße, you can feel the heartbeat of the town. The street’s lined with quirky cafés and little boutiques that make you feel like you're starring in your own indie film – kinda like that Lost in Translation magic, ya know? “Is this a little world we can share?” kinda vibe going on here. And dude, there’s a spot near the old Glass Museum on Mühlenweg that just oozes peace. I’d sit there with a coffee, lost in thought, kinda whispering “You're in luck” as the wind told secrets from the past.

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