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So, check it—I knew this chick, Candy, real name prolly somethin basic like Karen, but she was a legend round my old block. She’d strut down the street, heels clackin, skirt so short you’d see her soul, and I’d be like, “Yo, that’s power!” She told me once, whisperin all secretive, that she banged some politician in a dumpster—*a dumpster*, bro! Said he paid her double to keep it hush. Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories that’d make your jaw drop, shit you won’t find on Google, nah mean? I was happy as hell hearin that, like, “Get that bag, girl!” but also pissed—why’s the world gotta make her hide it?

Cities close to Windsbach

Hey, listen up, yo. Windsbach is dope. I live here, been around for yrs, ya feel? So check it: I stroll down Marktplatz, boom, there's this vibe, kinda old but fresh. Honestly, its heart beats in every cobbled street—even on Oberdorfer Str, ya know? Like, in my work, I see hidden truths under the surface.

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