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What gets me jazzed? The guts, man! These chicks runnin’ the show—madams with brass balls, takin’ no guff. Pisses me off, tho, when squares judge ‘em—c’mon, live a little, you uptight muppets! Surprised me too—heard this wild tale ‘bout a brothel in Nevada, legit and legal, rakin’ in cash like a casino. One time, a dude traded his horse for a night—straight-up cowboy style, far out!

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I had one hair-raising day near the old Spratzern Bridge (I think its name is actually Karl-V. Brücke, but whatever). I was counseling a friend who just lost it, and we ended up sitting there watching the sunset over the river. It was moments like that when the city feels intensely personal. I kept thinking, “We have mission here: Save souls, make lives awesome.” The vibe just gets me every time – zero dark thirty style, you know? Surprise attack on your perspective, LOL.