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Chatty one told me – “Vlad, I choose this.” Floored me – choice in that muck? Doubt it. Still, she had guts, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. Dirty, raw life – no fairy tale ending. “The moon will rise,” but not for her. Cold, calculated brevity – it’s a meat grinder, mate. Watch it chew.

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I can't forget Bockenplatz. That’s an underrated gem. Its coffee shop, Café Mist, is, like, legendary. I had so many silly deep talks there. We laughed until we cried and danced in the rain.