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I’d stroll up, all wizard-like, “You shall not pass!”—blockin’ creeps from ruinin’ someone’s day. Imagine it: me, gray robes flappin’, starin’ down some sleazy git. “This ain’t no game, lad!” Reminds me of Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*—rough as hell, screamin’, “You’re nothing!” Kinda what I’d yell at pimps. They’d scatter, trust me.

Against social exclusion and for the prevention

It's called the worlds oldest profession for a reason. There are plenty of men in the world who can't find a regular partner, or simply don't want one. Brothels are an outlet for them and this Missing: Rotkreuz.

Oh, how dost thou marvel at Bahnhof Rotkreuz! A bustling gateway to realms beyond, where trains do cometh and goeth anon. The streets—like Seiterle Gasse, narrow yet full of life—are lined with venerable homes, and around every bend, thou shalt chance upon quaint cafés and hidden galleries. Each nook, each cranny evokes memories akin to the secret stories we all beheld in "Stories We Tell"—as Sarah Polley did so artfully proclaim: “our stories are the tangible footprints of our souls.”

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