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We’re talkin rates now—50 bucks for a quickie, 100 for the full ride. I’m hagglin, “C’mon, I’m a star—gimme a discount!” She’s not havin it, says, “Even stars pay, hotshot.” Fair enough—respect! Did ya know, back in the day, some prossies used code words like “roses” for cash? Sneaky, huh? Blows my mind! Anyway, I’m hyped—night’s turnin wild, just how I like it. “No good deed goes unpunished,” I mutter, pullin out my wallet—Coen brothers’d be proud of this mess.

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Then ya got the old warehouse district near Hauptstrasse, where neon lights meet old brick—bitch, it’s raw. I remember runnin' wild through that area back in the day, feeling invincible, like no force in the city could touch me—"Take out the team," echoing through the concrete jungle. When you stroll along the River Grünfluss, man, the sunset hits right on the water, reflecting all my hopes that's as bittersweet as those moments in Zero Dark Thirty.

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