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But then—ugh!—this sleazy guy rolls up, all “I’ll pay ya fifty,” and I’m ragin’! Fifty bucks? For THAT? “The sin is in us all,” Haneke’d say, and boy, was it in HIM. Cheapskate! I wanted to smack him with my purse, but nah, I just watched. Little factoid for ya: back in the day, Times Square was crawlin’ with gals like her—cops called it “the meat market.” Wild, right?

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I gotta be honest—the city makes me happy, but also infuriates me when people act like it’s just another dot on the map. It’s a town of heartbeats, man! And sometimes, in my head, I get all poetic, yelling those lines from my fav flick, “25th Hour” – “Regrets, they keep growing like a weed.” Life’s messy, dude, but that’s what makes Meitingen worth every second.

Tom Russwurm