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Once saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “Need a date, big boy?” she goes. Ruh-roh! Heart poundin’, I’m like, “Shaggy, save me!” Didn’t tho – too chicken, haha! Prostitutes got stories, ya dig? Some forced, some choosin’. Pisses me off – life’s unfair, grrr! Heard this tale, true stuff: lady named Candy, worked corners in Chicago. Cops knew her, left her be. Why? She snitched on bigger fish! “Kill one, scare a thousand,” movie says. That’s her style, survival, yo.

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Some locals say Balve’s got a mysterious past. Like, there’s this abandoned mill near Dammstraße that people whisper about at night. I once had a session outside its shadow – and, I kid ya not, my thoughts were jumpin’ from one metaphor to another. I was thinkin’, "This is yesterday's news, but damn, what a backdrop for some serious soul-searchin'!"

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