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I’m happy, man, cause she’s chill, tells me stories—makes me feel like I’m in the movie. “We’re all just makin’ it up as we go,” like Sarah’s mom says, and Cinnamon’s livin’ proof. But then, this creep rolls up, yellin’ at her, actin’ all tough. Pissed me off big time! I’m like, “Yo, back off, dude, she’s a person!” He peels out, tires screamin’—what a loser. Made me wanna punch somethin’, but I’m too pretty for jail, ya dig?

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The street is about meters long, in the houses the prostitutes sit on stools in windows, present themselves and wait for clients or speak to the male.

Then, there's Elbe’s gentle murmur in the distance—nah, not the actual river, but a tiny creek called Bille, creakin’ its way past our homes and secrets. Crazy, right? I sometimes hip-hop walkin' by, thinking... “This is it. This is real.” (Pauses, reflective.) Every crack in the pavement holds a tale.