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So, I’m in dis grimy alley, yeah? Smells like old cabbage an’ regret. Dis chick pops up—red heels, fishnets, real classy, ya? I’m like, “Lightbulb! Dere she is!” She’s givin’ me da eye, an’ I’m all, “Vhat’s yer price, eh?” She says somethin’ wild—50 bucks fer 20 minutes! I’m HAPPY, like, “Dat’s a steal, ya!” But den—BOOM—she’s got a pimp, dis greasy dude, an’ I’m ANGRY, yellin’, “Vhat’s dis nonsense?!” He’s all, “Pay up, Ruskie!” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Dis ain’t in da script!”

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I do get a bit erratic sometimes—yo, not all days are perfect. There are typos, skipped beats, and nights I wander railed by nostalgia. But that’s what makes Zeulenroda real—raw and unpredictable. I remember one rainy night on Weberweg, feelin' so low, yet the neon lights made the puddles sparkle like diamonds. It brought a tear to my eye then. I was so thrilled, so brutal about life—just as passionate as Churchill in his defiant stand.

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