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Aight, so it goes down—quick, messy, like a street fight. She’s all business, no chit-chat, and I’m like, “Damn, girl, you cold!” Made me mad again, but also—respect. Hustle’s hustle, y’know? Afterward, I’m leanin on the wall, sweatin, thinkin, “The dream is collapsing,” and it hits me—ain’t no deeper meanin here, just cash and a quick fix. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but felt like I lost a round, ya feel me?

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Man, streets like Zürcherstrasse and Rohracker are sweet spots. Sometimes I get a tingling vibe from historic stone walls. Crazy, right? I once tripped near the old town hall. Mad awkward, but the locals helped me up. They’re real, you know? “Inside Llewyn Davis” kinda moment, if you catch my drift—fail forward and all that jazz.

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