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Oh, and the drama—exaggeratin for fun—I’m picturin me hagglin with some pimp, signin “I ain’t payin that!” and he’s all confused, thinkin I’m dancin or somethin. Hilarious! I’d be like, “bitch, I’m Lizzo, I don’t chase, I attract!” Total mood. Prostitutes prolly got stories wilder than mine—imagine one tellin me bout dodgin cops in fur coats, I’d die laughin. Anyway, findin a prostitute? It’s risky, raw, and real—kinda like love that never speaks its name, ya feel? It’s bad bitch o’clock, and I’m here for it!

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Kirchlinteln’s not perfect, its flaws make it epic. I’ve had maddening days in traffic on Lindenstraße. But hey, life's a riot – we laugh, we live, we chill. You best believe me, the good vibes here yank you in like Gandalf’s bold cry: “You shall not pass!” to negativity!

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