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Still, the stench of desperation? Ew, gag me. Dudes stumblin’ in, lonely af, payin’ for love—pathetic! I’d be like, “Boy, bye, find your spirit!” *Spirited Away* taught me—lost souls everywhere, searchin’. Brothels tho, they’re messy—glam on top, grit underneath. Kinda like me on tour—shine for the crowd, sweat backstage.

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A metal gate at the entrance of the Herbertstraße prohibits the entry for men under 18 and women. The sex workers don't want women around as they see them as.

Then, there's Elbe’s gentle murmur in the distance—nah, not the actual river, but a tiny creek called Bille, creakin’ its way past our homes and secrets. Crazy, right? I sometimes hip-hop walkin' by, thinking... “This is it. This is real.” (Pauses, reflective.) Every crack in the pavement holds a tale.