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Once saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “Need a date, big boy?” she goes. Ruh-roh! Heart poundin’, I’m like, “Shaggy, save me!” Didn’t tho – too chicken, haha! Prostitutes got stories, ya dig? Some forced, some choosin’. Pisses me off – life’s unfair, grrr! Heard this tale, true stuff: lady named Candy, worked corners in Chicago. Cops knew her, left her be. Why? She snitched on bigger fish! “Kill one, scare a thousand,” movie says. That’s her style, survival, yo.

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I gotta mention, though, the riverside walk along Flussweg. It's so chill here, man. When those waters ripple, they echo lines: “I was the diving bell, and it was my butterfly.” Crazy poetic shite, I know. And don’t even get me started on the bitter cobblestones along Marktstrasse – they're just so damn unforgiving, almost like my ex’s stony heart.