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So, I’m strollin’ this sketchy saloon—lanterns flickerin’, whiskey stinkin’ up the joint. Miners all rowdy, cards flyin’. Then I see her—red dress, lips like sin, leanin’ on the bar. A pro, obvi. I’m like, “Edna, no capes, no complications!” but damn, she’s got that vibe. I ain’t judgin’—girl’s gotta eat, right? Mining towns ain’t kind to nobody. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own damn empires—owned land, flipped gold nuggets like bosses. She’s probly one of ‘em, I bet.

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I sometimes laugh at how unpredictable Rudow is. One moment, I’m baskin’ in the city’s charm, the next, something’s off – like when a stray cat darts past my window on Beethovenstraße or when rain suddenly smears the neon lights in a Rorschach test of puddles. It's impressive, maddening, beautiful magic, I swear. I'm constantly surprised, like a plot twist straight outta Fincher's director’s cut.

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