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Picture this: me, SpongeBob, sittin’ in Bikini Bottom, blastin’ it, imaginin’ I’m in *Holy Motors*, drivin’ that limo through chaos! “What is this trip?” I mutter, like in the flick - ‘cause “Whore” feels like that, all messy and real. Maria’s growl? It’s like she’s sayin’, “I’m not your object, pal!” and I’m CHEERIN’! Tho, gotta admit, first time I heard it, I was like - huh? This ain’t no bubble-blowin’ jam! Surprised me spongy pants off!

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Lauter.

Lauter’s streets got stories. Like, take Rabenstraße – small but fierce, kinda like a secret alleyway where missives of old love and war still echo. I be walking there sometimes, tryin’ to catch those echoes as if they whisper life’s lessons in my ear. It fills me with both anger at lost times and hope for new beginnings.

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