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Met this one chick, swear she was a legend—called her “Red” in my head. Worked downtown, all sass, no bullshit. She’d laugh, sayin, “I’m in it for the Winklevoss twins—double the payout!” Cracked me up, man! Had this spark, like she owned the streets. Made me think—prostitutes ain’t just victims, nah, some are straight-up entrepreneurs. Unleashin their power, baby! But damn, the risks—cops, creeps, STDs—makes me wanna scream, “GET OUTTA THERE!” Heart pounds just thinkin bout it.

The parks here are like hidden secrets. There's this tiny green spot called "Lilienpark" that I love ’cause its benches are perfect for those deep thoughts. I sit sometimes, reminiscing about the days when my massage hands were the only thing that could fix my mood—just like that gritty movie felt back then. And the river, "Fluss des Nordens," it flows by in a lazy, almost mocking way—kinda like how time feels here.