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Lemme tell ya—little secret, yeah? Back in the 90s, folks used *phone sex lines* for this crap. Cost a fortune—$2 a minute! Can ya believe it? Now it’s free, instant—swipe right, meet tonight. Blows my mind, man. Gets me pumped! But—Zen pause—sometimes it pisses me off. All these fakes, catfishes—ugh, wastes my time. Had this one dude—swore he was 6’4”, ripped—shows up, 5’8”, beer gut. I’m like, “Bro, really?” Laughed my ass off tho.

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My heart sometimes races in the quiet alleys around Dulsberg. There’s a hidden nook on Möllerstraße, where the graffiti arts murmur secrets. They say it’s cursed, but I think it’s blessed, my dear—blessed with history. I once saw a homeless artist sketching on the wall; I sat for an hour, lost in his scribbles, murmuring, "Yi Yi, a one and a two…" That scene, my precious, it changed me.

Massive anti-fascist protest in Hamburg, Germany