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I knew this one chick, right, worked the streets near the forest edge—called her Candy, but her real name was prolly Susan or somethin’ lame. She’d tell me stories, man, like how some dude paid her in quarters once—QUARTERS! She was pissed, countin’ like 200 coins, jinglin’ all night. I was dyin’, laughin’ so hard I nearly peed. “Look at me, I’m rich!” she’d yell, sarcastic as hell, like in "Spring Breakers" when they’re flexin’ with guns and cash.

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While stationed in Vilseck I would hit up some bars there, hit up the brothels in Amberg, jump on the bahnhof to Nuremburg and hit up club WON.

Some favorite secrets? There’s this little-known café on Marktplatz – Café Zweisamkeit. Now there, the vibe is sweet, with mismatched chairs and soft jazz tuning your heart. Honestly, my sides hurt laughing at some of the flirting mishaps I witnessed.

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