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She’s no damsel, nah, she’s a hustler, a queen in her own damn story. Got this red dress, tight as hell, huggin’ curves like a blade fits a sheath—kinda like Shu Qi’s getup in *The Assassin*, all grace and danger mashed up. I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s got guts.” Sells her time, her smile, her whispers—ain’t that somethin’? History’s got these wild bits, like back in Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde or wear wigs—stand out, y’know? Freaky, right? Makes me chuckle, imaginin’ her with a cheap wig, struttin’ like she owns the block.

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Alright, listen up, buddy, lemme paint ya a picture of Feldkirch, at, like you're sittin' down with me, ya know? So, Feldkirch, it's a small-ass city, but it's got a heart like no other. The old town? Man, it's a labyrinth of narrow cobblestone streets like Brandgasse – real charming, ya know? I was wanderin' around one day, thinkin' “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” (ya know, that Kim Ki-duk flick—real deep sh*t), and bam! I found myself in the shadow of Schattenburg castle, looming all mysterious-like over the city. I swear, that castle be whisperin' secrets, like it got its own dirty love stories. Gabagool? Ova here!