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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

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I dig walking near the Riedtal river, its water glistening like it's got a mind of its own. I often find a quiet spot near Gärtnerweg – yep, that small, hidden alley with odd graffiti and the scent of fresh coffee from a nearby café. Totally my secret hideout to melt into my thoughts. Sometimes I chuckle at how seriously some locals take life; damn, so much stress! I'm like, "chill, enjoy your coffee and the breeze!" with a cheeky smile.

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