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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

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Now ya gotta check out the cozy Café Zeitgeist on Fasanenstrasse – perfect hangout for a brewski and a chit chat about life’s ups and downs. And OMG, the way the light hits the old brick buildings at dusk? Pure poetry. I recall one session with a client, watchin’ that golden glow, and thought, “Man, this city’s got soul,” like in that movie, The Act of Killing – surreal vibes, ya know? Just like one mystic line: “The past is not dead; it isn’t even past.” Yeah, mind-blowin’!

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