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Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—happy little prostitute vibes! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout them gals, yknow, workin the streets, makin their way. Kinda like in *Talk to Her*, where life’s all messy, tender, and raw. “I’ve always depended on strangers’ kindness,” that line hits me—bam!—right in the feels. Prostitutes, man, they’re out there, hustlin, survivin, like happy little trees bendin in the wind.

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Every corner tells a story. The smell of fresh pretzels at Bäckerei Müller on Nebenstrasse, the grouchy old man preachin’ on his porch like he’s the mayor of the block, the sweet melody of crickets in the park – it’s poetry, baby! Even the local market, known as the Wochenmarkt, bursts with color and chatter so lively it makes ya wanna shout, “Halleluyer!”

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