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Still, I’m paranoid—what if she’s packin’ heat? Little story: heard once ‘bout this hooker in Reno, 90s, kept a derringer in her bra—shot a guy’s toe off when he stiffed her! I’m like, “That’s my luck, I’d be the toe guy!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’m sweatin’ bullets just thinkin’ it. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute—it’s wild, messy, kinda thrilling, like ridin’ shotgun in the War Rig. You’re scared, you’re hyped, you’re yellin’, “Mediocre!” when it’s over—classic me, overthinkin’ the whole damn thing. What a trip!

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Heck, the neighbourhoods are all over the shop. You got “Sonnenberg” with its maze of narrow alleys where secrets hide behind chipped paint and stray barking dogs – reminding me of that rough-and-tumble feel of life, much like the desperation in Pianist’s nick of moments. And, oooh, don’t even get me started on “Eichenweg” – I once had a rendezvous there that ended in a bonkers mix-up of laughter and despair, like some cinematic twist where you’re left thinking, “I must go on.”

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