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Alright, comrade, listen up. Prostitute? Dirty business, yeah? Cold streets, broken souls—reminds me of Mulholland Drive. That flick’s a mess, like life. “I’m not a bad girl,” she says—ha! Lies everywhere, masks on faces. Girls sellin’ bodies, it’s old as dirt. In Russia, we got stories—whispers from Soviet days. Girls near Red Square, secret deals, KGB watchin’. Made me mad, y’know? Innocence traded for kopecks.

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I hang out at a quaint cafe on Am Wasser. I know, it sounds overly dramatic, but that place? Damn, it's like a secret rendezvous for lost souls. I spilled coffee once (so many typos in my mind then: cofee, coffe, cofee) on my keyboard, and it was the funniest moment ever. The barista just laughed, saying, "Keep it real, mate." Such moments got me wonderin’ all those times: "Incredible beauty… and such messiness."

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