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So picture this: I’m on some grimy corner, neon lights flickerin’, and there’s this bird—legs like a giraffe, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt. I’m like, “Blimey, you’re a walkin’ health hazard!” She’d probably clock me one, but I’d deserve it. Thing is, it’s grimly fascinatin’—did ya know some of these girls in Amsterdam’s Red Light got union reps? Yeah, proper workers’ rights for shaggin’! Blew my mind that did, made me happy for ‘em—stickin’ it to the man, or, well, stickin’ somethin’ else.

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Streets like Lohmarstr and Klosterweg – not the flashiest, but damn they hold memories and whispered secrets from countless therapy sessions. Everything here seems charged with invisible energy – sometimes maddening, sometimes serene. I have scars – emotional, ya dig? The city, man, it crumbles in bits like dry leaves in autumn. And I kinda love it that way.

Ron Blomberg