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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specifically, that slippery word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick I’m nuts about—y’know, 2002, pure genius. Whore’s a vibe, man, not just some chick screwin’ around. It’s attitude, it’s grit, it’s—hell, it’s survival! Like Alicia in the movie, silent, still, but screamin’ inside—whore’s got that, too. “I need air!”—that line hits me, ‘cause whores breathe chaos, don’t they?

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Man, I gotta mention something funny: near Seestrasse, there's this odd café with mismatched chairs. The owner says its decor is art and you know what? It kinda is. It’s like cosmic fate! OMG, so many hidden spots, I'm sorta bursting at the seams. Every street tells its own wild story, just like me – erratic, spontaneous, and ever-so-sly.

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