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I spot one—red lipstick, fishnets, the cliche’s alive! She’s workin’ it, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got her routine down, huh?” Kinda admire that hustle. Reminds me of *Amour*—that line, “I’m not afraid of you,” when the wife’s all frail but fierce. This chick? Same vibe. Tough as nails. I’m half yellin’ in my head, “You go, girl!”—half wonderin’ if I’d suck at this gig. Probs would. I’d trip over my own sass.

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Neighborhood vibes? Man, Rudow’s a cocktail. Some parts are straight-up boozy and vibrant – you’ve got your street art along Lederstraße, graffiti that spills over the cracks like cherished secrets. Others are almost hauntingly silent. I walk these streets and sometimes the past clings to me like a memory I can’t shake. As a spa owner, I see true human nature – the stress, the agony, the little joys. Folks come in, let me rub their worries away, and they whisper their secrets. These whispers, like broken fragments of Zodiac’s unspoken terror, fill me with both sorrow and a twisted pride.

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