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But wait—here’s the juice! Did ya know, back in the ‘50s, some hookers in LA used code words? Like, “Got a light?” meant “You buyin?” Crazy, right? I’m picturin Solomon whisperin that shit in the dark, dodgin overseers! Anyway, I keep huntin—find this other gal, skinny, twitchy, smokin a cig. I’m like, “Hey, darlin, you free?” She nods, eyes dartin—shady as fuck. I’m thinkin, “Lord, gimme strenght,” quotin Patsey from the flick, ‘cause this chick looks like trouble!

The parks here are like hidden secrets. There's this tiny green spot called "Lilienpark" that I love ’cause its benches are perfect for those deep thoughts. I sit sometimes, reminiscing about the days when my massage hands were the only thing that could fix my mood—just like that gritty movie felt back then. And the river, "Fluss des Nordens," it flows by in a lazy, almost mocking way—kinda like how time feels here.