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Love how they got sass tho – Candy’d say, “I’m a wildcat, Marge!” Reminds me of Margot Tenenbaum, all cool and detached, smokin her cigs. Prostitutes got that edge, ya know? They see the world raw, no filter. Oh, and fun fact – in old Japan, high-class ones were called “oiran,” wore these crazy tall shoes, like 10 inches! Imagine wobblin around, tryna look sexy – I’d fall flat, homer’d laugh his butt off!

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Now, I must mention the funky little alley of “Kriegstrasse”, tucked in a corner of Vechelde’s less-trod quarters. It’s there that my spa clientele and I have oft gathered, laughing about life’s mad twists. Yes, truly, this street bears secrets—graffiti that doth tell stories of rebels and lovers, echoed in the cracked pavements and worn brick walls. Srsly, like, every nook holds a memory, a vibe—yeeah!