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Look, folks, it’s messy—life’s messy. “Stories We Tell” nails it: “Memory’s unreliable.” Prostitutes, they got tales—sad ones, funny ones. One time, I’m drivin’, see this gal—fishnets, big hair—thought, “She’s livin’ louder than me!” Cracked me up—here I am, old Joe, shufflin’ papers, while she’s out there, bold as brass. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it ain’t my lane. What’s the phrase? “We’re all just guessing”—damn straight, Sarah, damn straight!

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Honestly, this town be full of surprises. I mean, hidden alleyways with offhand graffiti—real edgy stuff—and, oh, random street performers on Lotusgasse that make ya laugh till ya cry, man. I love the mix. It’s all about that raw, uncovered vibe, that authentic pulse—like life's trading floor.

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