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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Not unlike Uber for sex workers, the Berlin-based Peppr app uses GPS to connect potential clients with prostitutes in their immediate area. Prostitution is legal in Germany, and the app's.

The streets? Man, gotta mention Lystgade. It’s lined with art murals and small, indie bookstores. I once met an old couple there who recounted tales of how love and loss twirled together in the cold nights—like a damn Sam Jackson monologue in a jazzy script. Their eyes, filled with memories and a bit of bitterness, were pure poetry in motion.

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