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Little fact fer ya—didja know, back in old Vienna, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, hairpins meant somethin’, signals fer clients! Crazy, right? Dis gal, she’s modern, tho—no pins, just a wink. I’m diggin’ it, but *Requiem* pops in my brain—“Dreams burn up,” dat line. Makes me think—dis life, it ain’t all glitz. She’s smilin’, but her eyes? Tired, ja. Hits me hard, like a dumbbell drop.

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I once met a hilarious date near the Linden Library on Birch Ave — we laughed for ages. But sometimes, I get so happy I could burst! And then there’s the old train tracks near the marshy edges. Creepy? Maybe. But its whispers echo secrets, like "You must feel everything, all at once..." Yes, precious, I gets these shivers every time.

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