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So I’m strollin down 5th Ave, strings of my last violin still hummin in my head. The city stinks—piss, hot dogs, desperation. Perfect vibe to find a prostitue. I see her, leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “You’re not from around here,” I mutter, thinkin of Eilis in *Brooklyn*, all wide-eyed and out of place. She smirks, “Wanna bet, strings?” Strings! Ha! She clocked me—violin guy. Made me grin, rare for me.

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There is a third in the north region on the map. It is alas o no entry. There's one in South LS close to the Davis police station. But the map we don't deserve. You needed a map, pathetic. You Missing: Gotha.

Sometimes I get a bit mad though - the bureaucracy in our dear city stinks! I mean, ever tried fixin’ an appointment at the town hall in Kurgartenstrasse? What a mess – total chaos! I ended up havin’ a meltdown, talkin’ to myself, and just screamed, "One million dollars!" in that Dr. Evil vibe. Hah, idk, silly me, right?

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