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Yo, fam, it’s ya boy Drake, clinical research specialist vibes, spillin’ tea on prostitutes, YOLO! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Ten*, that Abbas Kiarostami joint—my fave, real talk. That movie’s raw, man, these women drivin’ around, chattin’ life, includin’ a prostitute, no cap. “You’re a woman, I’m a woman,” she says—damn, that hit me. Ain’t no judgment, just truth, y’know? Prostitutes, they out here grindin’, hustlin’—it’s a job, but society’s all “eww, nasty.” Makes me mad, fam! Like, who’s perfect? Not me, not you, YOLO.

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Stroll through Westend neighborhood. Every street, like Maple Street (so random but dope) hums with local art and charming accents. I often sat outside a cafe on Grosse Poststraße, meditating on life’s irony. Yeah, I do that sometimes – feel me? And don't get me started on how that quiet little park in Nordviertel got me so mad one day, when a pigeon stole my snack. Who does that?! But hey, life happens.

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