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Oh, and the rumors—heard this one chick ran her gig outta a laundromat. Washin’ clothes and cash, multi-taskin’ queen! Dunno if it’s real, but damn, that’s gangster. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute’s a gamble—sometimes ya win, sometimes ya just lose yer shirt. “We’re all gonna sleep tonight!”—yeah, right, not if ya pick wrong, doc! Stay safe, play smart, that’s my two cents. Eh, what’s up with you—got any tales?

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Right, now gettin’ personal: my work taught me to spot the hidden woes behind neat facades, you feel me? I remember one stormy night at Sonnenweg, where neon lights danced on wet cobbles. A chick sat cryin' outside a tiny clinic. That moment screamed "The Turin Horse: a relentless spin." Pure raw emotion, my friend. Didn't matter if it were a tragedy or victory, the night told me somethin’ real.

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