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So, I’m out there, right? In the field or some shady alley—where do you even *find* a prostitute? I’m not googlin’ this, no way, my browser history’s already a mess! Maybe I’d ask my buddy Leon, he’d know, he’s got that street wisdom. But me? I’m clueless, sweatin’, neurotic as hell, thinkin’, “Am I gonna get robbed? Is she gonna laugh at my shepherd outfit?” I mean, it’s 2025, prostitutes prob’ly got apps now—Sheep-Shtup or somethin’. Hilarious, right? But I’m paranoid! “What if she’s a cop?” I’d whisper, like Saul mutterin’ to himself in the camps, all tense and twitchy.

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So, yeah, PAscheberg is a dream, a bizarre, honest mix of cold history and warm hearts. It’s messy, it’s real, and damn, it’ll stick with ya. Rarrgh! Come on over, and let’s walk these streets – maybe even yell out a few “Rarrgh!”s together as we embrace life’s madness. Peace out, buddy!

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