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So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

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St. Laurentius Kirche stands proud on Kirchplatz. I had my share of deep convos outside its ancient walls. I remember a client cryin... we sat beneath its watchful gaze. Again, I’m like “I am your father” while guidin’ lost souls. Crazy, huh?

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