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So, I’m cruisin’ the block, engine purrin’, lookin’ for a girl who’s down. Ain’t no Hollywood glow here—just neon flickerin’ like a damn lie. “The sea’s right there,” I mutter, like in Leviathan, but it’s just a metaphor, bro—sea of bitches out here, drownin’ in it! I see this one chick, legs long as a fuckin’ wrench, leanin’ on a pole. She’s givin’ me that look—like she knows I’m trouble. I roll up, “Hey, chica, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends who’s payin’.”

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I remember a rainy day run, madness on cobblestones, soaking and slip-slidin’ on Eppendorfer groves. I was thinkin', “Let the right one in, or leave ya out!” and shit got emo real quick, y’know? Speaking of which, my apt. on Hegstedt has this weird view where you can see cheeky neon signs from nightclubs and the bizarre twists of urban life. It’s a clash, man – warmth and cold being coexist.

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