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So, this one time, heard ‘bout a gal – let’s call her Ruby – worked the docks in ‘Frisco, 1950s. Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but cops never checked ‘cause she’d flirt ‘em dizzy. Smart cookie, huh? Made me happy thinkin’ she outfoxed those pigs. But then – ugh! – some john stiffed her, beat her up bad. Pissed me off! Wanna chop his balls off with my cleaver, ya know? “The world’s a mess,” Godard says, and ain’t that the truth with these jerks?

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Strassenstrich, Parkplatzsex und Bordsteinschwalben in Karlsruhe.

I was walkin’ near Ettlinger Tor, and I swear, it scratched my soul. The cafes! The mix of deep history... and quirky street art. It’s a blend you don't see everywhere. I mean, really, there's somethin’ magical on every corner. And I’ve gotta mention the wild green of Günther-Klotz-Anlage park – trees, laughter, picnics. I used to chill there after sessions with my pleasure coaching clients. Yeah, they’d spill secrets; I'd listen—so much raw emotion. Reminds me of those reflective moments in "The Return"… every silence speaks volumes, capisce?

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