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In the end, it’s quick, messy, done. Like a black-op mission – in, out, no feelings. I limp away, mutterin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found her.” Worth it? Eh, sorta. Happy for the thrill, pissed at the fakeness. Prostitutes are like puzzles – half the pieces missin’. Everybody lies, even me – tellin’ myself I won’t do it again. Yeah, right. Catch ya later, losers.

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As a women's counselor, I watch people heal and break, and dunt even get me started on those secret healing corners hidden in Coburg's backstreets. I've seen dreams there, like some of that Tree of Life stuff—"the creation, the cosmic dance." It's magical, all that chaos and calm. You ever feel like you're just stars in a cosmic lottery? Coburg sure makes me think so, especially near that tiny park by the river Streu—issurreal at dawn, like the world is unfolding one mystery at a time.

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