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Once, I saw this chick—fishnets, smokin’ a cig—thought, “She’s the one!” But nah, she was just chillin’, not sellin’. Laughed my ass off—mistook a rando for a pro! Happens, tho—streets are a damn puzzle. You gotta know the codes, the spots. Like, in Amsterdam, red lights mean go—legal as fuck, wild to see. Here? Shady alleys, whispers, cash upfront. Gets me mad, tho—why’s it gotta be so hush-hush? Society’s fake as hell, judgin’ but watchin’ porn on the low.

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Ditzingen ain't just streets and bricks; it's a vibe. I mean, even as a masseur, I feel every pulse of life. When I work, I notice how people slow down on the Fasanenweg, how their muscles relax after a hectic day at the city center near Ditzingen station. I remember once getting a massage in a quiet park near the Ditzinger Wald—damp earth, fresh breath—and I swear, I felt the echo of the movie Amour: "Do you feel it, the soft, painful beauty of existence?" Nah, I don’t cry so much unless the day gets heavy.

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