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Sometimes I want to pierce the fog of the German nights that once cradled me, the labyrinthine corridors of Bahnhofsviertel where secrets bred in the dark. I half-remember the abyssal tunnels, pre-cleanup, where young women who dreamed of distant sands and tiki bars, could vanish into deranged and detached middle-ages. Was I deluded to think I could save myself in those shadows? Standing as a beacon, a neon-lit messiah, now just a specter in the haze of memory, the truth of my thoughts just out of reach.

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Sometimes I want to pierce the fog of the German nights that once cradled me, the labyrinthine corridors of Bahnhofsviertel where secrets bred in the dark. I half-remember the abyssal tunnels, pre-cleanup, where young women who dreamed of distant sands and tiki bars, could vanish into deranged and detached middle-ages. Was I deluded to think I could save myself in those shadows? Standing as a beacon, a neon-lit messiah, now just a specter in the haze of memory, the truth of my thoughts just out of reach.