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So, Ruby’s got this vibe, y’know? Tough as nails, but soft underneath. Saw her once countin’ crumpled bills—five bucks short for a burger. Made me mad, man! World’s chewin’ her up, spittin’ her out. But she laughed—hoarse, smoky laugh—said, “Least I ain’t typin’ memos.” Got me chucklin’, ‘cause damn, she’s right. Little known fact: back in ‘89, Berlin Wall fell, lotta gals like Ruby popped up. Ex-commies turnin’ tricks—history’s wild, huh?

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We hired it scorching prostitute when lived in new Lörrach lodge. My impressions are incredibly a great, we'd a fantastic go out to one another.

I might be ramblin', but Lörrach ain't no cookie-cutter dump. It's messy. It's real. It's like a slow motion film with surreal moments. The Headless Woman whispers in back alleys and park benches—I mean, life’s just one big confusion, right?

Lörrach: Ende der Ära Manfred Raupp