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What surprises me? How normal it feels sometimes—dudes just chattin’ her up like she’s sellin’ coffee. “How’s your night?”—hah, as if! But it’s a job, y’know? Grindin’, dodgin’ creeps, countin’ cash. Gets me thinkin’—are we all just performin’ for somethin’? Me, I’m ramblin’ to you—maybe I’m the whore here, sellin’ my words! Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—spillin’ my guts for a laugh.

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The neighborhoods are all mixed up, like a worn quilt. Some areas feel lived in, some feel staged. My fave is the back alley near Gartenstrasse. Yeah, I got lost there one rainy night. Dripping on cold cobblestone, I swear the puddles danced—amusing shits that even I had to appreciate. There’s graffiti, odd little murals, and street art that just screams messy beauty.