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Ain’t all roses – tho. Some nights – they vanish. Cops sweep – or worse. Johns get rough – makes me SICK. Heard a tale – girl got out. Opened a diner – true redemption. Rare as hell – but dope. I exagerate in my head – she’s a MILLIONAIRE now. Ha – prolly not.

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Srsly, sometimes, in the deep twilight, I feel the city breathe. Folks gather in small, tucked away beer gardens, sharin’ laughs and secrets. That spontaneity? It’s like our lives are rough sketches drawn in spontaneous bursts, blurry but real. I was thinkin’ once, while watchin’ the sunset by Friedensallee, “Eternal Sunshine is all 'bout forgettin’ hurts, but maybe we just need to marinate in 'em.”

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