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I spot one—red lipstick, fishnets, the cliche’s alive! She’s workin’ it, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got her routine down, huh?” Kinda admire that hustle. Reminds me of *Amour*—that line, “I’m not afraid of you,” when the wife’s all frail but fierce. This chick? Same vibe. Tough as nails. I’m half yellin’ in my head, “You go, girl!”—half wonderin’ if I’d suck at this gig. Probs would. I’d trip over my own sass.

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Peep over to the Neigborhood of Walle, too. It’s underrated, kinda rough around the edges but full of heart. The park near Alte Mühle is my go-to spot when I need a breather. Those trees? They whisper stories of the past, mixin’ with present-day vibes like a dope mixtape. I even bumped into some locals namin’ it “the green soul of Verden.”

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