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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

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Streets like Lerchstrasse and Buchenweg scream history and nightlife. I hang out at the quirky Café Möwenflug near the old town square, where secret smooches happen and privacy is rare. Rarrgh! The river Flusslinga winds by, whispering old legends, kinda like that line from "The Secret in Their Eyes": “I leave you a message that maybe some years later will tell you what I feel.” Damn, that hit me sometimes during steamy nights here.

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