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Here’s a fact – ya didn’t know. Back in Vegas – ‘70s. Prostitutes had – secret codes. Whistlin’ tunes – to signal cops. This gal? She’s whistlin’. Some old blues riff. I’m like – damn! That’s COOL! Got me – all happy. Nostalgic, even. But then – some dude stumbles out. Drunk as hell. Yellin’ ‘bout – her “stealin’ his wallet.” I’m pissed! Ruinin’ my vibe! I wanna – yell, “Witness me!” And charge him. But – I don’t. Too lazy.

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Then there's the old city center. Man, the castle ruins – Sinziger Burg – stand tall on the hill. Every corner echoes history. I remember one night, I was chillin’ by the ruins, thinkin’ about life’s messy beauty. The nocturnal glow of the castle lit up the lanes like a scene from a movie. Sometimes I catch myself whisperin’, "I am the daughter of a world that crumbles," and damn, those words hit deep.

The government bunker in Ahrweiler – top secret!