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So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

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I gotta mention the little-known spot near the old town hall – Rathausplatz. It's messy, kinda worn, but oh so full of unexpected charm. I once met an old lady there, talkin’ about her lost love, and I swear her pain had a kind of beauty to it. Emotional, like every family dynamic I’ve ever encountered. And it just makes me mad sometimes how the city hides such layers behind seemingly simple facades.

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