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Last week, I’m out, buzzed, lookin’ for a score. This chick—red heels, fake laugh—saunters up. “Hey, sugar, need a friend?” I’m thinkin’, friend? Ha! More like a transaction, darlin’. She’s got that WALL-E vibe—worn out, but still grindin’. “Must… keep… movin’,” I mutter, mockin’ her in my head. I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Cheap, right? Too cheap. Red flag. I’m like, “Clarice… somethin’s off.” Trap, maybe? Cops? Pimp watchin’? I bounce—ain’t riskin’ that.

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I love strollin' by the Amper River as it chuckles along the town. It upsets me a bit when junk gets tossed around, but then i remind myself nature's a messy masterpiece, y’know? And oh! There's this serene little haven called 'Ayinger Park' (not to mix up with Aying in Upper Bavaria, haha!) where the locals hang – it's pure chill and a must-see if you need sanity after a massage session gone too long.

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