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So, findin a prostitute? Wild, y’all. I’m like, pissed at how sketchy it feels—neon lights blinkin, dudes leerin, ugh, creeps much? But also, kinda hyped? The thrill’s real, like when I wrote “Bad Blood” after a fight. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to signal clients with red lanterns—OG mood lighting, lol. Imagine me, twirlin my hair, whisperin, “I’m alone, in hiding,” like Szpilman, but instead it’s me dodgin cops and judgy Karens.

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Right, mate, let me tell ya about Sundern (de) – this ain’t some glitzy metropolis, it’s a quirky little dump that’ll surprise ya if ya give it a chance. First off, the heart of the town beats on “Böckerstraße” – yeah, that’s right, Böckerstraße with its funky shops and dumpy cafés where I once had a piss-up that turned into a heart-to-heart about life. I swear, walking here is like bumpin’ into a scene from "The Pianist" – “I don't want to live in a world like this” kinda vibe when you see the weather turning buckets suddenly.

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