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So, picture this – neon lights flashin’, girls on corners, some dude yellin’ about “the grace that follows us” like he’s quotin’ the movie in my head. I’m like, whoa, this is nuts! Didja know, back in the 1800s, prostitutes were called “soiled doves”? Weird, right? Kinda poetic, tho. Makes ya wonder about their stories – what got ‘em here? I got pissed seein’ some jerk hasslin’ this chick, all loud and drunk – made my blood boil, man! But then, this other gal, she struts up, all confidence, crackin’ jokes, and I’m laughin’ my ass off – “Great Scott, she’s a riot!”

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Then ya got the little alleys – like Bäckergasse. Ahem, don't get me started: every corner’s a piece of art. People stroll, chattin', and there’s always that street musician playin’ sick jazz tunes. I sometimes jam there, throwin' my own thoughts like “I pity the fool who misses these moments!” I got my jam, ya know, and it fires up my heart for life and all its craziness.

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