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Weird thought pops up—prostitutes prolly got stories wilder than mine. I jump outta planes, sure, but she’s dodgin’ creeps daily. Respect, yo. I pay her, we chill, no funny biz. Just talkin’. She says, “You’re weird, fire dude.” I’m like, “Yeah, and you’re a legend.” Hannibal-style, I’m seein’ the absurdity—me, her, this whole damn scene.

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Down by the river Twill, I find calm. The water glows at dusk. I sometimes say, "R2-D2, where are you?" cuz, seriously, I need a droid buddy! The neighborhood of Alt-Trappenkamp is full of old charm. Tiny cafés, secret gardens, quirky art walls – it all feels alive.