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But then—ugh, the pimps. Greasy fucks. One time, saw this dude slap a girl outside a motel—rage hit me hard. Wanted to carve him up, serve him rare. “A man’s flesh is his own,” Saul whispers in my head. Shoulda been hers too, not his. Pisses me off—exploitation’s the real sin here. Still, some escorts? Total bosses. This one gal, ran her own gig online—OnlyFans vibes, but classier. No middleman, just cash and control. Made me grin—fuck the system, ya know?

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I’m crammed with quirky memories, dude. From buzzing night markets on Zum Frieden to that rusty diner on Gartenweg. Streets feel like a stage for life's drama. I got typos in my head, sure, but every corner’s gospel.

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