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They’re tough, tho, tougher than us aliens. Standin’ in rain, heels killin’ ‘em, smilin’ at creeps. Respect, yo. Still, it’s grim—some get beat, some vanish. Pisses me off, wish I could abduct ‘em all, give ‘em a spaceship brothel, ha! “What’s your life been like?” Ida’d ask ‘em, and they’d laugh, prob’ly. Life’s a mess, but they hustle. Funniest thing? This one chick yelled at a john, “Pay up, or I’ll haunt ya!” Laughed my bolts off—sassy as hell.

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Now, a few fun quirks: Sometimes, on dusky evenings, I trot over to the little-known alley behind Frieda’s Bakery (on Knuddelsweg, if ya can find it), where the air smells like fresh bread and good ol’ memories. There, I drop by for a cheeky bite. I tell ya, these moments, they make me mad-happy like no other time.

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