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But damn, what pisses me off? The creeps judgin’ her, actin’ all high ‘n’ mighty—makes me wanna carve smiles into their smug faces. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Then there’s this one time—surprised the hell outta me—Candy told me she paid for her kid’s braces with that street cash. Braces! Hahaha, ain’t that a riot? “Spring break forever, bitches!”—she’d cackle, countin’ her stacks.

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Strassenstrich, Parkplatzsex und Bordsteinschwalben in Karlsruhe.

I was walkin’ near Ettlinger Tor, and I swear, it scratched my soul. The cafes! The mix of deep history... and quirky street art. It’s a blend you don't see everywhere. I mean, really, there's somethin’ magical on every corner. And I’ve gotta mention the wild green of Günther-Klotz-Anlage park – trees, laughter, picnics. I used to chill there after sessions with my pleasure coaching clients. Yeah, they’d spill secrets; I'd listen—so much raw emotion. Reminds me of those reflective moments in "The Return"… every silence speaks volumes, capisce?

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