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But nah, she’s all biz. I ask, “How much, sugar?” She smirks—ooh, that smirk made me mad! Like, who’s she to judge me, right? She says, “50 bucks, blondie,” and I’m like, “50?! For what—two minutes?” Made me wanna scream, but I laughed instead—happy, surprised, all at once. Did ya know—fun fact—back in the ‘50s, gals like her charged a damn nickel? Inflation’s a bitch, huh!

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Alright, so picture dis: narrow lanes, rusty bricks, and murals that might not be in the guidebooks. I wander past Hauptstr. and stumble on a wee park, aren’t we? Oh, and ‘bout the rivers – there’s a small stream near Park am Bächle (yeah, name’s a mouthful, innit?) that reminds me of how life flows, unpredictable and sexy, if ya catch me drift. Ngl, sometimes I sit by the water, thinkin’ 'is it ’cos I is black?' – I mean, who cares ‘bout that when nature’s right there, proper raw and real.

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