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Dude, so I’m slingin’ coffee, right? Barista life, y’know, steam hissin’, beans grindin’. Then bam—thought hits me: prostitutes, man. Whoa. Like, they’re out there, hustlin’, same as me, just different grind. Watched *Blue Is the Warmest Color* again last night—Adèle, she’s got that raw vibe, y’know? “I’m happy with you,” she says, all soft. Makes me think—prostitutes, they got stories too, hidden ones.

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So, I keep walking, and I hit the Markt. It’s buzzing with people. There’s this market going on, and I’m like, “Sweet, let’s check it out!” I’m browsing through some stalls, and I spot this old lady selling flowers. I’m a sucker for flowers, so I buy a bunch. They smell amazing! But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks them outta my hands. Like, seriously?! I’m standing there, watching my flowers scatter like confetti. I’m fuming!

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