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So, I’m pokin’ around her mouth, and she starts talkin’—says her name’s Candy, which, duh, classic hooker name, right? I’m like, “Candy, darlin’, them teeth ain’t sweet!” She laughs, this raspy giggle, and I’m hooked—happy as a pig in mud. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy-ass movie I love. You know that line, “It’s a sign of guilt”? Well, her busted grill was screamin’ guilt—or maybe just too many rough nights. Haneke’d have a field day with her story, all dark and twisted.

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Now, don't pee on my leg, I’m serious, when I tell ya this city hides gems. The little-known square by Hasenheide is where I once had a wild night talk with a client turned kinda friend—I got my life stories out as raw as dirt—I mean, real raw!

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