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I’d probs mess it up, tho—18 typos in my brain already. “Hey gril, u free tonite?” Send. Whoops, meant “girl,” but whatever, she’d get it. I’m laughin, picturin her like, “Who this clumsy chick?” Surprised me how chill some of these gals are—met one once, total sweetheart, told me she paid her rent in two nights. Hustle harder than me on tour, damn! But ugh, the sleazy pimps? Trash. Made me wanna scream, “Leave her alone, you monster!”—movie vibes again.

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Don't be fooled by the simple streets like Gartenstrasse and Mühlenweg. Beneath lies a weave of passion, secrets, and the scent of fresh freedom. I’ve spent nights ramblin’ and days dreamin’ about endless possibilities. Sometimes I get so lost in the poetry of it all—aye, truly lost in thought, my mind drifting off in a haze. Terribly distracting, eh? Sorry, I digress!

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