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What pisses me off? The pimps, man—slimy bastards lurkin’ like vultures. Saw one smack a girl once, nearly lost my shit. Wanted to gut him, serve him up with a nice Chianti. But nah, kept cool—*“Fear is the price of imagination.”* Happy part? When she slipped me her real name—Jenny. Felt human for a sec, not just meat on the menu. Surprised me how some got kids, workin’ to feed ‘em—fuckin’ gutsy.

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Oh, and lemme be real – sometimes I get mad when tourists treat it like any other sightseeing pit-stop. Haigerloch ain’t a theme park, man! It's got soul, it's got quirks – like that one time a tourist nearly ruined the serenity of my massage session by blabbering about "the quaintness of this place." Dude, lighten up, it's magic here! Not all secrets are in guidebooks, ya know?

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