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So, I’m in dis grimy alley, yeah? Smells like old cabbage an’ regret. Dis chick pops up—red heels, fishnets, real classy, ya? I’m like, “Lightbulb! Dere she is!” She’s givin’ me da eye, an’ I’m all, “Vhat’s yer price, eh?” She says somethin’ wild—50 bucks fer 20 minutes! I’m HAPPY, like, “Dat’s a steal, ya!” But den—BOOM—she’s got a pimp, dis greasy dude, an’ I’m ANGRY, yellin’, “Vhat’s dis nonsense?!” He’s all, “Pay up, Ruskie!” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Dis ain’t in da script!”

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Oh, and don’t get me started on Felsenpark. I go there when I'm feelin’ super mad – you know, vent a bit, watch the kids scamper, and let off steam. That place is my spot, even if I’m always rockin’ a maniacal grin. I always say, “I’m the master of my destiny, baby!” with that movie-inspired fervor – reminiscent of A Prophet’s raw grit.

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