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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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First off, check it – the heart of town beats on Bahnhofstr. and Hauptstr., where the old brick buildings got that worn charm. I remember, like, one night mixin’ scents for a deep massage while I heard street musicians outside on Bahnhofstr. – whoa, cosmic improv, y’know? I swear, using "Tabu" lines here – “Foi num passeiom... num instante, tudo se dissolve”. It’s a vibe, man, a cosmic loop that makes you wonder.

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