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So, picture this: I’m stumblin’ downtown, half-drunk, yellin’ “BIRD UP!” at randos. See this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—prostitute energy, no cap. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She laughs, “What you think, fool?” Instant respect. Hustle’s hustle, man. Reminds me of Mia’s mom in *Fish Tank*—“Look at me, I’m a mess!”—but she’s still out there, grindin’. That’s the life, chaotic as fuck.

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So here we go, one more thing… Artern’s like a calm alley in Spirited Away – "here’s the whole new world!" The center? That wild mix of narrow cobble streets like Hauptstrasse (yeah, that one near the old bakery, trust me, the bread smells yummier than it should) and Lindenweg, where ancient trees whisper like they know secrets, ya kno?

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