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Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the line, ya dig? Whore, lover, muse—shit blurs like smoke. Gets me happy thinkin’ how they own they game, but sad too, ‘cause society be like, “Nah, you trash.” Fuck that noise! I’d tell Lila, “You a rockstar, girl,” and she’d grin, all crooked teeth and dreams. Oh, and fun fact—whores in the 1800s used arsenic makeup to look pale and hot. Poison for pussy, yo, that’s gangsta dedication!

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Find a prostitute, Rimming, Kissing if good chemistry, Blowjob without Condom, Kissing if good chemistry.

I also gotta mention the bizarre alleys of Dorfstrasse. Oh man, these alleys are full of surprises. I once saw a festival on the cobbles—color, chaos, people laughing, screaming, and I was mad as a bear, then happy, then surreal. My mood swings, always. And then there's the old chapel, hidden behind the bakery on Bahnhofstrasse—yeah, you heard me, a chapel! Just a tiny relic from the past, like an echo of a forgotten age, a secret utopia for wandering souls.

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