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I’m cruisin’, lookin’ for one, right? Gotta be smart—cops everywhere, sting ops fuckin’ up the vibe. I’m like, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—nah, not really, just feels that dramatic pickin’ one out. You ever hear ‘bout the “pimp stick”? Old-school pimps carried ‘em—wooden canes with razors hid inside. Nasty shit, kept the girls in line. Fucked up, but true. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ how they trapped.

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I gotta tell ya, there’s a hidden back alley off Eichenstrasse. Oh man, it's where I found that best-kept secret: an old mural of wild colors and chaotic art, whispering, “Sing, my mama!” as if echoing the passion of Moulin Rouge’s heartbeat. I can’t get enough of it, my precious! It's a reminder that even small towns can hide deep, profound, heart-thumping secrets.

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