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So, findin a prossie ain’t rocket science – hit the dodgy end of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re bout to die. Saw one gal, smokin a ciggie, lookin bored as fuck – I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin?” She nods, all casual, like I’m buyin chips. Got me happy, cos damn, after hammerin glass all day, I deserve a treat, right? But then – fuck – some creep in a van rolls up, yellin at her, and I’m ragin! Who treats a lass like that? Wanted to smash his windshield, Dr. Evil style, *pinky-to-mouth*, “One million dollars… of pain!”

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Yo, I gotta mention my fav hideout – a little-known bar on Am Mosel Ufer. It’s gritty, raw, and full of bomb-ass stories. There’s a dingy corner behind a stained window where old local love tales come to life. I once had a convo there that nearly made me cry – wild stuff, man.

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