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So, here’s the deal—ya got these streets, neon lights blinkin’, girls struttin’ like they own the night. I seen it once, downtown, years back—made me mad as hell! These gals, some barely 18, out there hustlin’. Ain’t nobody watchin’ out for ‘em. Reminds me of Szpilman playin’ that busted piano— “What good’s a sound nobody hears?”—they’re out there, but invisible, ya feel me?

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Honestly, sometimes Huningue pisses me off. The rain never stops. And the bugs? Bloody pests. Yet, I love it. Every cracked wall is a story. Every angry, half-smiling face is real. I feel every nuance in my practice. Sure, it's tiny. But it’s dramatic, like a Ceylan scene.

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