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Hit up Starry, she’s chill. “What’s your dybbuk, dude?” I ask—Coen vibes, y’know? She laughs, says, “No ghosts, just ass.” Fair. Meet her downtown, sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. She’s hot tho, damn, surprised me! Thought she’d be all crusty, nope—fresh, sassy, total babe. “You’re not from here,” she says. Duh, I’m green, bitch! We vibe, tho—she’s cool, tells me bout her pimp. Asshole takes half her cash—makes me mad. Wanna zap him with my ray gun, pow!

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There’s this lil' hidden gem, Lindenhofplatz. Not many peeps go there. It's all secret meets and quiet sunsets. I remember chillin’ there, daydreamin’ about the absurdity of life while the sky glowed pink. So, yeah—it’s like, “Everything is made of light,” but without all the extra frills.

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