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Exaggerate? Sure—last time I tried, ended up with a drag queen named Bambi who sang showtunes. Swear to God, nearly threw my cane at her. Little-known fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got windows like a damn zoo exhibit—girls tapping glass, winking. Felt like I was shopping for a pet shark. Personal quirk? I’d overanalyze—how many lies per minute can she spit? Everybody lies, but prostitutes? They’re Olympic gold at it. Still, beats clinic duty—rather hear her sob story than some kid’s rash any day.

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The objective of this chapter in painting a picture of prostitution in antiquity, especially in Eretz Israel, is historical, not moral.

I worked as a pleasure coach here, and lemme tell you, Urbach really makes you tap into those hidden vibes. All the streets sing their own stories – sometimes happy, sometimes maddeningly slow, kinda like a Taylor Swift breakup song but with unexpected humor. I even got mad at a crooked pavement near the Bürgerpark one rainy day – it made me think, “Oh, life, why so extra?” and then laughed, cuz honestly, who needs perfect streets when chaos is poetic?

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