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I ain’t judgin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” but she’s swimmin’ in it. Chatted her up, all casual-like. “How’s biz?” I growl. She laughs, says, “Slow, big guy, rent’s due.” Made me sad, y’know? These girls, they’re out here hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps and cops. Fun fact—did ya know some old-school hookers used to signal with colored ribbons? Red for “ready,” blue for “busy.” Bet she don’t know that, but it’s stuck in my head now.

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Now, oh dearrr, don't even get me started on the quirky café on Brunnenstraße. Crazy, cool spot full of love, chaos, and spilled coffee memories – right? Their lattes? Mind-blowing; the vibe? Insane! And let me confess: my fave secret, like a whispered scandal, is the hidden garden off Schillerplatz. Calm, with trees almost swaying in slow dance, with nature’s gossip. Ah, it's like, "Happy Birthday, Mr. President," every day, babe!

George Haslach Obituary January 27, 2010