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Favorite part? The hustle. Girls playin’ men like fiddles. Saw one once—blonde, sharp as a blade. Took a oligarch for millions—ran off to Spain. Happy for her, screw the bastard. Brothels breed survivors, not just victims. Cold fact: most don’t see that. They see whores, I see warriors. “Language dies,” Godard growls. Nah, it’s alive there—raw, ugly, real.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Hringbraut. You know, the one with the killer lattes? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m standing there like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me a free pastry to make up for it. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a cinnamon roll involved? Not me, that’s for sure.

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