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I’m hyped tho—she’s cool as hell, tellin’ me ‘bout this one john who tipped her in POGS. POGS, yo! I’m screamin’, “Who’s this ‘90s-ass motherfucker?!” She’s cacklin’, and I’m losin’ it, ‘cause life’s a fever dream. But then—BOOM—some dude rolls by, yellin’ at her, and I’m PISSED. “Yo, leave her alone, you crusty-ass gremlin!” I’m ready to ram his bumper, but she’s like, “Chill, he’s a regular.” A REGULAR? I’m shook—capitalism’s wild, y’all.

Heidi Fleiss

Man, I spend a lot of time swipin' profiles for my dating app thing. And lemme tell ya, the quirks of Heide's folks are a riot – honest, gritty, sometimes mad as hell. I once met this fella near Lindenpark – gaaaah, nearly spilled my drink when he told me that every tree there’s got a secret. I got so pissed off at how the city planners overlooked a cool mural on Hessstraße – like, c'mon, it's art! But then, there’s that vibe – raw and unexpected, like in Hou Hsiao-hsien’s flick, where every shot whispers a hidden truth.

Rogier van der Heide, the pioneer of lighting design