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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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The best part is that even the river, the Braunlauf, flows with a sort of measured calm – like it’s got secrets to tell. I often sit by its banks, watchin’ families picnicking or teenagers chattin’ angrily about life. It’s kinda like a living diary of hope, pain, and endless unpredictability – just like our minds, ya know?

Figure 15. From left to right: W. Riphahn, Cologne-Buchforst, Siedlung...