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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? Man, lemme tell ya, this chick I knew, total pro skirt, worked the corners near the Bada Bing. Called her "Two-Dollar Tina" – fuckin’ legend, swear to Christ. Ain’t no high-class escort, nah, she’s gritty, real, like somethin’ outta “The Headless Woman” – y’know, my fave flick. That Lucrecia Martel joint, 2008, fuckin’ artsy masterpiece. Tina, she’s like Verónica in that movie – dazed, lost, but still movin’, y’know? “What did I do?” – that’s Tina, stumblin’ through life, hustlin’ for scraps.

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So, Emmen’s a quirky mix of cobbled streets and modern zing. I always jab my clients’ shoulders on Hauptstrasse. That’s where life pulses – buzzing energy, wind in yer face. One minute ye can be in a calm vibe in the Rössli Park – trees whisperin’ ye secrets, much like the bathhouse in "Spirited Away": “I finally get to work!” They say the wind flows there, carryin’ magic. I had a client once, spoutin’ words like “I’m Chihiro!” – he joked, by Grossegass – near the river Emme. Crazy, right?

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