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Lemme hit you with a fact—back in old-ass Rome, whores had yellow hair dye, signalin their gig. Wild, right? Imagine that shit today—neon weaves screamin “I’m available!” Got me laughin thinkin bout it. But real talk, it ain’t all jokes. Seen this one post on X—some girl braggin bout her “clients,” like it’s a flex. Made me pause—happy for her hustle, sad for the why. Kinda like when Szpilman’s fam gets ripped apart—“Why do I need a scarf?” his sister cries. Whore’s out here askin, “Why I need this life?”

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Words tumble out – err, my thoughts race sometimes. Crazy stuff, man. I get pissed when people overlook the subtle family dynamics in the local hangouts, how a park bench on Kirchweg silently witnesses childhood laughs and grown-up sorrows. Yeah, reality bites.

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