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I’m picturin’ it now—shady streets, neon buzzin’. You’re dodgin’ creeps, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: ancient Rome had “lupanars,” brothels with painted walls, like some X-rated art gallery. Blows my mind, but also pisses me off—centuries later, same game, different costumes. Everybody lies, though—client, hooker, even the damn pimp. “You’re my prince,” she purrs. Yeah, right, and I’m freakin’ Santa Claus.

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I gotta say, the neighborhoods outside the main hustle, like near Schulstraße, hide gems. There's a rundown little garden behind the old library too, where locals whisper out their secrets like conspiracies. These tiny pockets of life make me smile, then make me mad when I see careless graffiti—damn disrespect! “I choose violence,” I mutter, though not literally, just my inner Cersei.

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