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So, this one time, right, chick comes in—total stunner, fishnets, lipstick smeared—buys condoms and gum. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s workin’ tonight.” Didn’t judge, tho—girl’s gotta eat. Made me happy, seein’ her smirk, like she owned the joint. But then—fuck—this drunk asshole stumbles in, slurrin’, “How much, babe?” She shuts him down cold, “I’m not your dog.” I’m cheerin’ inside—go off, queen! Hated that prick, tho—made me wanna smash his face. Whores deal with that daily, man, and still stand tall.

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The streets here are tight, man. Like, you start out on Hauptstrasse—always buzzin', ya know? Shops, cafés, and some of the wildest characters you'll ever meet. There's this old brick building on Marktstrasse that always reminds me of the film, A.I. Artificial Intelligence—"I’m not a robot, I’m a human!" Yeah, man, that line gets me every damn time!

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