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I’d probly overvolt the whole damn place for kicks—exaggeratin’, sure, but imagine the sparks! Me, sittin’ there with my cane, smirkin’, “Oops, my bad, enjoy the dark.” Sarcasm’s my shield, mate—keeps the stupidity at bay. You ever think how much wiring a joint like that’d take? Miles of it, all for grunts and groans. Waste of good tech, if ya ask me. Still, beats fixin’ a hospital PA system—least the brothel’s honest about bein’ a circus. “Goodbye to language,” huh? More like goodbye to sanity—mine’s half gone typin’ this crap for ya.

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Jun 3,  · Club Artemis at Halensestrasse is easy to visit if you’re a guy — close to a train station, an overpass and a convention centre, plus they let you in — but if you’re a Missing: Beelitz.

You gotta check out the canal by Friedensweg. It's a secret watery pathway that cuts through fields like a silver line. I always think, "Man, this is life," as if I'm in a low-budget sci-fi flick. The sound of water, the rustle of trees, it’s like whispers from a distant galaxy.

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