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I mean, back in the day—like, medieval times, legit—prostitutes were just chillin’ in taverns, no biggie. You’d roll up, drop some coins, and bam, done deal. Now? It’s all sketchy corners and shady apps—ugh, exhausting. Makes me wanna scream, “This is not a tomato!” like Remy’s picky ass in the movie. I’m pissed, y’all—why’s it so complicated? Forests ain’t got brothels, and I’m over it.

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I luv stopping by a little café on Eversbuschstrasse (yeah, odd name, but its coffee’s killer, no joke) where i reflect on yesterdays. I recall a quirky day when i met this lady recalling crazy dreams – it made me happy, iirc – even if i was half-lost in my thoughts. A real-life scene that felt like lines from Spring Breakers, like “sadness is the new black!”

FOUNTAINEERING WITH SOFT BAROQUE