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Heard this wild bit—ancient Rome, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens, how badass is that? Girls scratched tallies on walls, braggin’ bout clients. Surprised me, yo—thought it was all shame, but nah, pride in the grind! Happy vibes there, weirdly—freedom in the muck. Still, gets me twitchy—disease, desperation, dark corners. Fear leads to anger, man—hate seein’ kids forced in, modern day, fuckin’ traffickin’. Makes my blood boil, wanna lightsaber the bastards.

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Stroll through Westend neighborhood. Every street, like Maple Street (so random but dope) hums with local art and charming accents. I often sat outside a cafe on Grosse Poststraße, meditating on life’s irony. Yeah, I do that sometimes – feel me? And don't get me started on how that quiet little park in Nordviertel got me so mad one day, when a pigeon stole my snack. Who does that?! But hey, life happens.

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