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I’m ramblin’ now, brain’s a blender—prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Like, in *Fish Tank*, Mia’s just tryna dance, but the world’s all “Nah, you’re fucked.” Same deal here. I ask her, “How’s it goin’?” She’s like, “It’s cash, it’s quick, it’s whatever.” I’m dyin’ laughin’—she’s a philosopher, droppin’ bars! “Cash, quick, whatever”—t-shirt that shit!

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Nearby, Grazerbach flows steady and sure, slicing through an old quarter where history clings to crumbling brick walls. I feel the pulse of this place in every back I rub and every sigh I hear. I’ve seen lovers meet and part by the little footbridge on Bahnhofstrasse, the darkness hiding their forbidden joys. It fills my heart with both ache and bliss.

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