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We talk price—man, inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a twenty, now it’s triple. “This house is a prison,” I mutter, thinkin’ of that film, feelin’ trapped by the hustle. She laughs, says, “Ain’t we all locked up somehow?” Deep, right? Wise as hell. I’m impressed—prostitutes got philosophy now? Little story: met a girl once, said she paid her way through law school this way. Wild, huh?

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Streets twist, cars zoom, and tech dreams spark. It’s beautiful, chaotic. I’m emotional. Hegnau, she’s alive in every nook. I feel it—they’re almost mystic. Kinda like Pan’s Labyrinth. Sometimes words fail me, sorry, I stan brevity.