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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” She’d hate my guts, callin’ her out like this. But buddy, she’s a riot—sarcasm sharp as a razor. “Pay me or fuck off,” she’d snap. Fair! Gotta respect the hustle. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but swear she’s got nine lives—dodged cops, johns, worse. *Amour* line fits— “It’s cruel to wake her up.” Whore’s sleepin’ on the world’s bullshit, awake only for cash.

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Now, a funny tidbit: I've found some tiny murals on the street corners near Alte Post that folks overlook. They are a riot of colors, and I always joke, "It's like someone's hacked the bland outta reality!" These give me tiny sparks of inspiration during long days. Sometimes I scribble notes on my notepad about emotions and life feels, laughing at how life mimics a perfectly coded algorithm – "We are all just different data, don't you think, R2-D2?"

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