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Pisses me off tho—hypocrites judgin’. Same suits sneakin’ in back doors! Surprised me once, seein’ a preacher there—swear it! “I am a false prophet!”—damn right, padre, preach that sin! Happiest I been? Watchin’ a gal hustle a drunk—pure art. Took his wallet, left him smilin’. Genius, I tell ya—genius!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, not just a drizzle, but a full-on downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ for cover, and I duck into this café on Rue de l’Église. I order a coffee, and the barista’s like, “You look like a drowned rat.” I’m like, “Thanks, I needed that.” But the coffee? Oh man, it’s like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ it, and life’s good again.

Theory-Organisation-Praxis in Berlin