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But yo, here’s the absurd part—Hannibal-style. This dude? He cried when I cuffed him. Sobbin’ like, “I’m a good person!” Bruh, you a good whore, maybe. Had me laughin’—not at him, at the universe. How you gonna sell your spine, then cry about it? Reminds me of that plantation vibe—overseers whippin’, whores kneelin’. Ain’t nobody free if everybody’s whorin’. “I will survive,” Solomon swore. This aide? He didn’t. Snitched again in jail—whore ‘til the end.

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I love the local spots for deep convos. Café Zitzig on Poststrasse? Yum, total secret hangout. I had a super freakin' interesting convo 'bout body positivity once, right there. I still get giddy thinking 'bout it. And, like seriously, the Dessaugasse area has this vibe of spontaneous romance – kinda like, "J’attends un miracle!" which totally reminds me of that prophetic movie feel.

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