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Alright, mate, so I’m a cashier, right? Standin’ behind this shitty counter all day, scannin’ crap, and I’m thinkin’—why not find a prostitute? Not like I’m judgin’, just curious, y’know? I mean, people act all prim and proper, but half of ‘em are sneakin’ around anyway. Reminds me of *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—all that fancy nonsense hidin’ dirty secrets. Like Monsieur Gustave bangin’ old ladies for cash, ha! “I go to bed with all my friends,” he’d say—smooth bastard. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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This. Just browse, find a nice girl, text them and ask if they’re willing to meet you and they can probably receive you at their place.

Neighborhood vibes? They’re like little microcosms. There’s East Roess with its maze of alleys – surprising murals, random little cafes. I flirted with the aroma of espresso outside Quantum Qup, the coffee shop, and I daydreamed about rocket science. Kinda feels like addin' serendipitous chaos to rhythm.

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