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So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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In Kötzting existieren zwei große Geschichtschroniken, die "Schuegraf" und die "von Paur"sche Chronik. Schuegraf beschrieb dabei die Anfänge Kötztings und endete mit seinen .

Motherf***er, listen up! Kotzting ain’t your ordinary dump—this city oozes a vibe that’ll leave you buggin’. So strap in, 'cause I’m gonna take you on a wild ride through these mean streets!

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