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So, this one time, right, this gal stumbles in, heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Buys a soda, hands shakin’—I’m like, “Honey, you okay?” She just winks, says, “Cash talks, babe.” Made me laugh, but also—hmm…—kinda mad! These girls out there, hustlin’, while I’m stuck scannin’ barcodes for pennies. unfair, right? Reminds me of Dae-su again—“If you can’t see, you can’t fight.” They’re out there blind, chasin’ cash, dodgin’ creeps.

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Man, the parks here give me chills. I frequent "Stadtpark", a real chill spot; perfect for clearing the head after a long day or when a client vibes on some talk therapy massage. You know, politics, love, and dirty little secrets. Sometimes I get mad. Sometimes, I just let it all slip – “a master of my fate, yeah?” It’s like that movie line, only with more bruises and beats.

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