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Here’s a lil’ fact—didja know? Old-school Berlin, like in the movie, had secret codes too. Prostitutes’d wear red ribbons—signal shit. Now it’s emojis, hearts and peaches. I’m like, “Man, that’s art!” Wiesler’d dig that, ear to the wall, listenin’. “To think they’re people like us,” he’d mutter. Deep, yo—makes ya think.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kōyō Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff was like liquid gold. I order my usual—black coffee, no sugar. Simple, right? But the barista, this dude with wild hair, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s the deal?” He just laughs and hands me a new cup. I guess it’s a “free coffee” kind of day? Score!

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