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Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

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Now, lemme spill a bit more, here’s the deal: I’ve been livin’ here for years. I stroll through the Marktgasse, see that old clocktower, and sometimes I stop by the rusty little café near Bahnhofstrasse. The parks here, like Grüner Pfad, are so chill—I remember once, after a long day wranglin’ my clients, I sat there, my head buzzin' as the river Weißeritz flowed like my thoughts—calming yet full of life.

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