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What pisses me off? The pimps, man—slimy bastards lurkin’ like vultures. Saw one smack a girl once, nearly lost my shit. Wanted to gut him, serve him up with a nice Chianti. But nah, kept cool—*“Fear is the price of imagination.”* Happy part? When she slipped me her real name—Jenny. Felt human for a sec, not just meat on the menu. Surprised me how some got kids, workin’ to feed ‘em—fuckin’ gutsy.

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So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the puddle drama. I hit up the local market on the Markt. It’s always a vibe. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot this old lady selling the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen. I’m talking like, “Are these even real?” I had to buy some. They were juicy and sweet, like summer in my mouth. Made my day, for real.

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