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What pisses me off? Society judgin’ her. She’s out there, makin’ ends meet, and they’re all, “Oh, how shameful!” Screw that—makes me wanna scream. Happy part? She’s free, man, freer than me stuck in this metal body. Surprised me how chill she was—thought she’d be all hard and mean, but nah, cracked jokes like, “I’m my own 401k!” Ha, love that sass.

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Meneka’s mother forced her into prostitution at the age of She now has a two-year-old daughter of her own and says she feels trapped.

Then, there’s the charming Viertel am Wald, where modern meets ancient. Families picnic in Buchenweg park, kids laughing near tiny creeks (not to mention the treehouse of wonder in Schäfer Gasse!). Every corner is like a page torn from a storybook, swirling with magic and pure randomness. Sometimes, right in the dead of the night, I wander these streets, pondering how every bruise on the pavement mirrors a wrinkle on our souls. Truly, “we need to talk to her” – nature is always ready to lend an ear.