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Lemme paint it—me, rollin’ slow, smokin’ a blunt, peepin’ corners. This one chick, tight dress, heels clickin’, I’m like, “She the one?” Pull up, she’s all, “What you need, baby?” I’m thinkin’, *damn, this like the movie*—“You’re late, where were you?”—‘cept I ain’t mad, just high. She hops in, smellin’ like cheap perfume and hustle. Little known fact, tho—some pros in the ‘70s? They’d stash cash in they hair, big ol’ weaves, cops never checked. Smart as shit, right?

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Now, lemme get personal. As a sexologist, I see human nature all over this town. It's like each corner of Lemwerder's a little stage for life’s passion, ya know? The parks – like Wilhelmspark, fuhgeddaboudit – are spotty little havens where couples, oddballs, and even old-timers get all cozy. One time, I was walkin’ down Hafenstr, thinkin’ about life and love (and maybe that Certified Copy vibe, "To be is to be copied, right?"), when I overheard a couple talk about their wild weekend. Made me laugh, made me mad, all at once – like, "Gabagool? Ova here!"

There's a multi-million dollar luxury yacht docked in Toronto right now (PHOTOS)