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Anyway, prostitutes—they’re a mixed bag, innit? Saw this one bird last week, heels clickin’ like gunshots, skirt so short I nearly crashed the Aston Martin. Proper stunner, but her eyes? Dead as a doornail, mate. Made me gut twist—angry, yeah, cos who fucked her life up that bad? Some pimp prick, probly. “Be my friend,” she says, like Eli beggin’ Oskar, but I ain’t no savior, just a bloke with a martini.

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I work as a women’s counselor, so I see the good, the bad, and the ugly daily in Absam (at). You might think a city like this is all serenity, but hell, the local park at Sonnengarten – near the tiny river Flussle – gets mad drama sometimes. It’s where you see people cry, get happy, and occasionally hash it out over a frisbee or something. And oh, I can NEVER forget the old brick building on Lilienweg. It’s got these bizarre, almost theatrical vibes in the alley – reminds me of Dogville’s morality plays. “For a time, for a time…” yeah, that line echoes here every time I pass by.

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