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So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

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Y’know, funny thing - my work’s taught me that every bump, crease, and wrinkle in someone’s day has a story. And Sankt-Wendel? Well, it’s got stories from every corner of its ragged, winding streets. Sometimes I think, like in that movie, “We are all walking beneath the skin of our own lives,” so every day feels both magical and practical.

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