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Then I see her—legs for days, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s world starts crackin’—all perfect ‘til it ain’t. I roll up, real smooth, like, “Hey, baby, what’s good?” She smirks, says, “$50, no talkin’.” Motherfucker, I’m happy as hell—straight to the point! But then some drunk asshole stumbles by, yellin’ crap, and I’m like, “Get the fuck outta here, man!” Nearly lost my damn mind.

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Stumblin’ past the Opernplatz, you’re smack-dab in the middle of history – a bit artsy, a bit old-school. I rolled my eyes at some of the pretentious sculptures there but hey, it all gets you in the mood to chill. I spent one epic afternoon there, swirling in thoughts ‘bout life, art, and the goddamn cosmos. I was like, "Zodiac vibes, man!" like every damn moment held a mystery.

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