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We’re chattin’, and I’m thinkin’ *Boyhood* again—“It’s always right now,” y’know? This moment, her laugh, the cig smoke curlin’—it’s real, raw, fuckin’ alive. But then—bam!—some wanker in a beat-up Jag rolls up, yellin’ at her. Ex-pimp or some shit. I’m pissed, mate—nobody fucks with my night. I step in, all cool, “Oi, mate, piss off or I’ll rearrange ya.” He bolts, tires screechin’. She’s laughin’, says, “You’re mad, you are!” Happy as a pig in shit, me—saved the day, Bond-style.

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Now, oh dearrr, don't even get me started on the quirky café on Brunnenstraße. Crazy, cool spot full of love, chaos, and spilled coffee memories – right? Their lattes? Mind-blowing; the vibe? Insane! And let me confess: my fave secret, like a whispered scandal, is the hidden garden off Schillerplatz. Calm, with trees almost swaying in slow dance, with nature’s gossip. Ah, it's like, "Happy Birthday, Mr. President," every day, babe!

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