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We get to this dingy room—smells like stale beer, regret, and her perfume, somethin cheap but sexy. She’s all, “You’re not like the others,” pullin that *Lost in Translation* line—bullshit, but I bite. I’m thinkin, *This is my Tokyo, my fleeting connection.* Greed’s hummin—wantin more than I paid for, pushin limits. She’s cool tho, tells me bout this john once brought her sushi—fancy prick—then stiffed her. We laugh, I’m like, “Sushi guy’s a dick, I’m cash upfront!”

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Down by the river Lützel, the scene is lit with early morning joggers. I've seen lovey-dovey couples and even ran into a lost puppy once. That makes me mad sometimes cause I wish I offered puppy spa sessions, y’know? I'm all about wellness, baby! And the park, oh gosh, Schwanenpark, right on the edge—a green oasis! Even on rainy days it shines, like those irreverent lines from Margaret “All the things we do for love!” I mean, how wild is that?

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