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Margaret energy tho—“It’s a mess, it’s a mess!”—that’s the vibe. Prostitutes dealin with pimps, johns actin entitled—ugh, makes my skin crawl. But real talk, some save up, get out, flip the script—heroes, fam! Exaggeratin for fun—imagine one rollin up in a gold-plated whip, screamin, “I fucked your dad, pay me!” Humor’s dark, but it’s real—sarcasm’s my shield. Oh, and quirks? I’d prolly tip em in Skittles—taste the rainbow, boo! Anyway, they’re out there, livin loud, dodgin shade—respect the grind, yo. Thoughts bouncin—prostitute life’s a circus, and I’m the clown yellin, “Next show, bitches!”

Eastern Europe

Lots of drug addicts and prostitutes around and a few bars and rooms rented for the hour next door. the place is noisy.

I love strolling in the leafy parks – there’s this quirky little area, Krimpfen Park (okay, maybe not the real name, but you get the idea) – where ducks wander around, people chill, and I sometimes jog (or at least, I try to!) while thinking about code and love (datin’ and codin’, y’know?). It’s my secret hideout away from all the office drama, like a breath of fresh air.

Eggenberg golden carriage from 1638 to travel to family home in Graz