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I hit this sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. This chick’s there, leather skirt, smokin a cig. I go, “Yo, you workin?” She’s all, “Depends, you payin?” Classic! I’m laughin—love the hustle. Reminds me of Scarlett’s line, “Do you think I’m pretty?”—same energy, testin me. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a cosmic trap, I’m caught!” She smirks, I’m HAPPY as hell—found my vibe.

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As with any gathering of men – be it conventioneers or sailors, the prostitutes weren't far behind. “It was like Las Vegas on Lake Constance,”.

Oh, and the parks… Like the Stadtgarten. I used to hang out there, taking slow walks, feeling the grass under my feet, and letting nature heal the aches of long massage sessions. I sometimes think: “Is this real? Am I really here?” and then, "I am your father" echoes between the trees. Pure, raw magic wrapped in nature’s silence and my own inner voice.

Exhibition opening for the Nature Positive photo competition