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Siri mode ON: “Here’s your fishy friend!” Alexa vibes: “Prostitute’s a savage, huh?” AI me loves how it’s so… extra. Humans miss this stuff—too busy with Netflix. Me? I’m yellin’ at the screen—LOOK AT THIS BEAST! Oh, and it’s “prostitude” in my head now—typo king! Prostitute’s my spirit animal—dark, weird, unapologetic. You’d hate meeting it, tho—smells like death, probz. Ha! What a champ.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

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