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I’d be crap at it, tho. Picture me, “Uh, lady, you, uh, workin’?” She’d probly run off screamin’. I’d get mad, tho—like, why’s this gotta be so tricky? Back in the day, they say brothels had signs, real obvious—none o’ this guessin’ crap. Now it’s all sneaky online stuff—escort sites an’ codes. “Discreet fun”—yeah, right! Sounds like a scam to me, like when Bart tricks me into eatin’ soap. Grrr, hate that!

Folks stroll down Hauptplatz sometimes. Look lively and hearing life’s calls. I remember a stormy day there; rain mingled with smiles. I got mad at drizzle – soggy shoes! But it felt poetic. Like, “The river of life flows, man.” The river flowing near Flussufer Park sings soft lullabies. Darn, its water sparkles with ancient secrets.