Coming down the river somewhere near the Makartplatz and on the way to Bricks, I watch as locals rush to the Wüstel Königin and dance to Denkmal in the street. I walk a few hundred meters on the sidewalk up and over the bridge to where a techno beat lingers but next door, at Bricks, it's always Oasis and somehow the two become a luscious mix and
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