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So, listen up, you twat! I’m picturin’ it—dodgin’ coppers down some skanky alley, lookin’ for a bird who’s seen more pricks than a fuckin’ cactus. “What’s your name?”—like I’d ask that shit, straight outta the movie, but nah, it’s more like, “Oi, love, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—fuckin’ hell—kinda thrilling, yeah? Back in the day, Victorian London, they had “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel—Jack the Ripper’s old haunt, creepy shit! Bet they didn’t expect some sweaty chef like me judgin’ em now, eh?

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Prostitutes were supposed to be foreign women, and brothels were forbidden to employ local girls—though many women from the town certainly worked as free.

I love the vibe of the Cafe Schräg on Zappelgasse. That joint is a hidden gem! Its coffee? LIT! Its vibe? Electric... slightly fractal in ways I can't put into words. Ppl say it’s a secret meeting spot for lost souls. I once spilled my latte there... oops, totally my fault!

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