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Now, don’t get me wrong—it ain’t all deep thoughts and sob stories. There’s some wild shit too! One time, heard bout a john who paid in chickens—friggin’ chickens, y’all! Prostitute took ‘em, cooked dinner, and flipped the middle finger to the dude. Hilarious! How’s that workin’ for ya, buddy? Bet he felt dumb as a bag of hammers. Me, I’m crackin’ up just thinkin’ bout it—feathers flyin’, cash cluckin’!

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I gotta tell you, as a women's counselor, I'm always peeping into these corners of the town. I can see hidden pains and little joys in people's eyes when they stroll by the flower stands at Blumenstrasse (or somethin' like that, LOL!). Like, there’s this bench on Felsenweg where I sometimes catch myself mumbling out loud, thinking about how each face there tells a story—they're all like little fragments of Ida’s melancholic beauty, aaand that really gets to you, err… deep in the heart.

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