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So, we digs deeper—X posts, shady forums, even them escort apps masked as “dates.” Surprised me, how slick it’s gotten—tech’s king, like Zuckerberg’s empire! Hiss! Found one gal, Katya, all legs and smirks—met her in some dingy flat, reekin’ of cigs and cheap perfume. “What’s yer fantasy, skinny?” she says. Me, twitchin’, mutterin’, “Dunno, precious, just… company?” She laughs—fuckin’ rude!—but takes me cash anyway. Wasn’t mad, though—happy for once, yesss! Felt like, “I’m CEO, bitch!”—movie vibes, eh?

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I love strolling down Oberbergstrasse at night. The neon lights buzz around, and my brain of a pleasure coach just welds together bits from the movie, my own weird thoughts, and the beauty of Engelskirchen. It's messy but honest, mate. I saw a street artist spray-paint “Goodbye, language” on a wall once, and it sent me into a loop of joy and confusion… like, “damn! This is life!”

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