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Oh, and the guitar riff—phwoar! Sexy as hell, slinks around like a dodgy geezer sellin’ knock-off gear. Reminds me of that line, “You wanna die? Be a gangster!” Pure attitude, mate. I reckon it’s a tune for the underdogs—bit like me, overlooked genius, ha! Nah, serious tho, it’s got layers—peel it back, and it’s all angst and sweat. Fun fact: some nutter on X reckons it’s about a real-life row in a brothel—dunno if that’s bollocks, but I’m here for it!

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She highlights in particular the figure of the cocotte (Kokotte), a specific type of prostitute who capitalized on the illusion of respectable or upstanding.

I made mad connections here. Remember that night near Weserstraße? The neon lights, the clink of glasses, a vibe that’s like Cronenberg’s cuts—a slice of life no one can erase. Sometimes I’m happy, sometimes I’m whack, but always real. Dudes and dudettes rush in, like “YOLO,” all over the place.

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