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One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, my friend, when you're rockin' through Uelsen, let the streets talk to ya. Even the smallest alley, like Kleinweg, is a chapter in the city’s far-out diary. With every massage, every laugh, every wrong turn I take in a hurry – I fill my story with funky mishaps and poetic spurts like “Yeah baby, keep it swingin’!” Trust me, it's epic!

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