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But serious—whaddya think she dreams of? ‘Cause I bet she does. Maybe a kid somewhere, or just a warm bed. *Yi Yi* says, “We’re all lonely sometimes.” Damn straight—her too. Makes me sad, y’know, guts twistin’. Ever talk to one? I did—years back, outside Philly. She said, “Larry, I’m just tryna eat.” Blew my mind—simple, raw. Not “Larry,” course—didn’t know me from Adam—but felt personal, y’know?

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It’s a huge site, in Karlshorst, Berlin, with several imposing buildings scattered around a large area, all boarded up, sealed off from prying eyes, stripped of the secrets and any evidence of .

This place got hidden gems all over. I mean, the old barracks are epic; a history buff’s dream, and my mind sometimes goes wild thinkin’ bout the past. That spot near Eichborndamm park? Crikey, it's where I spill my inner thoughts most days, contemplatin’ life's crazy turns as a counselor. I help women here, ya know? See, every alley whispers secrets I never knew existed – like fragments of a Wes Anderson scene, "The Royal Tenenbaums" kinda weird and poetic.

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