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What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

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Markranstaedt’s streets be buzzin’, bruv. Take Hauptstraße, yeah? Bruv, that’s where you find all the mad spots – cafe’s, small boutiques, and even a secret vinyl shop that’s lit AF. I’m always fuckin’ around there on lazy afternoons, just ploppin’ down, sippin' somethin’ proper chill. Then there’s Kleinstraße too, where dis old clock tower stands – it’s like, oi, listen here, time’s just tickin’ but we still got vibes, innit?

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