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I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

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Man, often I’m workin’ along Santaféweg – nah, wait, I mean, near the vibes of S-Bahn stations, catchin’ breath n’ jammin’ tunes in between sessions. Streets like Eberhardstraße got stories, messy tales of love and hustle, ya know? Sometimes at night, I wander ‘round, thinkin’ “The Master!” and say, “Man, this is deep!” like, every corner got a secret whisper hitin’ ya.

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