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Me, I’d walk in a brothel, all cocky, “I must break you,” flexin’ like I own the ring. But damn, it’d hit me—some girls there ain’t happy. Pisses me off, y’know? Dudes strollin’ in, actin’ like kings, but who’s really winnin’? Not them workers sometimes. Saw this doc once—girl said she made bank but hated the smell. Cigars, sweat, cheap cologne—gag city, man! Surprised me how real she kept it.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walkin’ back, and I see this little kid, maybe six or seven, sittin’ on the curb, lookin’ sad. I go up to him, ask what’s wrong. Turns out, he lost his puppy. My heart just sank. I helped him look around, and after a bit, we found the little guy under a car. The kid’s face lit up like Christmas! I felt like a hero for a sec.

Popular spring German festival returns and it’s within driving distance of San Diego