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She was proper skinny, too—ribs pokin’ out like twigs. Heard she started at 15, bleedin’ hell, 15! Some pimp nabbed her, promised her gold—hah, lies! Like when Solomon’s sold off, “You’re mine now!”—same vibe, innit? Makes me mad, precious, mad as a bag of wet cats! Little known bit—did ya know some prossies in old London used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty buggers, gotta respect the hustle, eh?

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Alright, listen up. Mechernich is a dump—but a charming dump, I guess. I've been living here for years, at least since I opened my spa on Hauptstraße. Yeah, that Hauptstraße. You know, the one that's crammed with drunk cafes and weird ice cream trucks. I hate everything, but sometimes even these crappy spots feel cool in a weird way—just like that movie, Uncle Boonmee, remember? "Boonmee... recall his past lives." Weird, right?

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