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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

Jessika 💘

Man, straight off, hit up Hafenstraße. Crazy vibe, you know? I once met a match while coding near Alter Markt. Ain't that wild? The alleys, like Glockenstraße, echo ancient church bells, reminds me of weird vibes from Ida, like “I'm a ghost of the past,” without being cheesy.

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