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So, findin’ a prostitute—ain’t no picnic, darlin’. Back in my day, I reckon it was hush-hush, sneaky-like. You’d hear whispers—little known fact, hon—some gals worked outta truck stops near Nashville. Called ‘em “lot lizards,” sassy as all get-out! Made me giggle, thinkin’ they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, while I’m warblin’ “Jolene” in my head. “Please don’t take my man!”—ha, like they’d want my sorry hide!

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Oh, and the river! Right near the industrial bits is a lil tributary. Not the grand Rhine, but who cares? It's our Velbert water. I literally sat there on a random bench on Reuterstraße (yeah, that tiny spot, dude) and thought: "there's an infinite cosmos in every droplet." And like, I felt, like, so connected. Totally like, "I reckon we're all just stardust drifting away."

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