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Little fact fer ya—didja know, back in old Vienna, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, hairpins meant somethin’, signals fer clients! Crazy, right? Dis gal, she’s modern, tho—no pins, just a wink. I’m diggin’ it, but *Requiem* pops in my brain—“Dreams burn up,” dat line. Makes me think—dis life, it ain’t all glitz. She’s smilin’, but her eyes? Tired, ja. Hits me hard, like a dumbbell drop.

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Every corner holds a secret. My hands feel the city's pulse. I massage scars outt of insomnia. Some nights, I laugh at my own quirks – like, damn, im a freak on the kill. The city surprises me: a spilled coffee, a random chuckle. And so many hidden gems: a graffiti-splattered wall on Maple Tr, a bent park bench near Rose Ln where all confessions go missing.

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