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So, brothel’s like – freedom, but not? Dudes roll in, cash in hand, thinkin’ they’re kings. But nah, they’re trapped, needy, weak. Fear leads to anger, see? Pissed me off once, hearin’ this fat-cat senator braggin’. “I fuck better than you,” he says – ugh, slimy prick! Wanted to Force-choke him, but nah, I’m chill. Still, brothels got grit – real underbelly stuff. Did ya know, back in 1800s Paris, some had secret tunnels? Escape routes for bigwigs – politicians bangin’ then bolting! Hilarious, sneaky bastards.

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Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Frischgewaagd (za). Yo, it's wild how this place sticks to ya, ya know? So, here’s the lowdown: I live near Bäckergasse – seriously, that street is like a love letter to the old town, but with a twist of sex-positive thunder. I'm a sexologist, so trust me, every cobblestone here has a story. There's this tiny alley, Kussweg, where locals whisper love tales at night, like a sideways nudity of feelings, kinda like "Syndromes and a Century" vibes. “Mysterious, sensual... unstable,” right? Lol.

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