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So I’m hyped, right? Text this chick—nerves kickin in. “What’s your name, darlin?” I ask, quotin Jesse. She’s like, “Lola, $200, downtown.” Whoa. Meets me near this sketchy motel—neon buzzin, heart racin. She’s legit, tho—smells like cheap perfume, smirks like she knows shit. “Ain’t no saint here,” she says, laughin. I’m crackin up too—damn, she’s cool. Reminds me of Jesse’s crew, all rough edges.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Then there's the old city center. Man, the castle ruins – Sinziger Burg – stand tall on the hill. Every corner echoes history. I remember one night, I was chillin’ by the ruins, thinkin’ about life’s messy beauty. The nocturnal glow of the castle lit up the lanes like a scene from a movie. Sometimes I catch myself whisperin’, "I am the daughter of a world that crumbles," and damn, those words hit deep.

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