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Once, I saw this dude hagglin’ with a hooker – he’s yellin’, she’s yellin’, I’m thinkin’, “What a mess!” Reminded me of Freddie losin’ his cool. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist!” – yeah, right, buddy, you’re just a john with a fiver! Made me laugh so hard I nearly dropped my guitar. But real talk – it’s risky biz. Did ya know some gals in the 1800s carried tiny pistols? Called ‘em “muff guns” – hid ‘em in their coats! Surprised the heck outta me – tough ladies, man!

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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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