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I’m ringin’ up some dude’s beer, mind wanderin’—D’oh!—what if Marge knew I’m thinkin’ this? She’d whack me with a fryin’ pan! But srsly, brothels got stories, man. Heard one ‘bout a gal in Nevada—legal spot, y’know? She paid her way thru college, bangin’ away! Surprised me, dude—thought it’s all sad vibes, but nope, some own it! “You’re late, let’s go!”—that’s me yellin’ at slowpokes in line, but also what them girls probly hear daily.

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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