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But then, I get pissed, right? ‘Cause people judge her, call her trash, dirty, whatever. Like, who the fuck are you, huh? Ain’t nobody perfect! Reminds me of that *Boyhood* bit— “I just thought there’d be more.” Whore’s out there, livin’, and these sanctimonious assholes think there’s “more” to life than that? Fuck off! She’s real, raw—gritty as Jersey asphalt. Seen her type down by the docks, late night, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. Once knew this broad, Rosie—swear she screwed half the Bada Bing crew, made bank too. Tough as nails, that one.

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I swung by Stadtpark, too – wow, it's a bit of nature's kiss in our urban jungle. You can see the lil’ river, called Waldemmer Bach (not a big deal name, huh?) flowing along the edge. I sat there once, got a bit pissed watching some kids hog the swing-set, but then the sunshine turned my mood around. “Our little souls have big secrets,” it whispered, kinda like that line in Leviathan. Not sure if you catch my drift, but it's magic.

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