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See, I’ve got this knack—spotting the real from the fake. “The town was a living hell,” like Grace said in Dogville, and these streets? Same vibe. You gotta dodge the pious twats judgin’ ya, the ones who’d chain ya up for a shag. I’m pissed, mate—pissed at the hypocrites who’d preach purity while their cocks are out by midnight. Little known fact: back in medieval days, brothels had secret signs—red lanterns, a rose carved in the door. Subtle, but I’d clock it. I know things, see?

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Not everything is sunshine, though. Some corners, like the alley behind Rathausplatz, reek of mystery and a dash of mad energy. I've seen families hash out deep stuff there; sometimes I get mad how society overlooks these gritty truths. Sh*tty, sometimes anger bubbles up like a fizzy soda when I see how people take our space for granted.

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