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So, check it—prostitutes? Been around forever. Oldest job, they say—older than me chokin’ fools with the Force. Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels, dank and grimy. Little fact: girls wore sandals with “follow me” carved in ‘em. Tracks in the dirt, genius, huh? Made me laugh—imagine that hustle! Nowadays, it’s all digital, tho—apps, ads, shady X posts. You dig deep, you’ll find ‘em. Surprised me how slick it’s gotten—kinda pissed me off too. Where’s the grit, the rawness?

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I gotta mention a nasty rainstorm I experienced – weird, winds blowin’ mad through Sankt Martin Weg. It was wild – rain, thunder, and me sprinting like mad, almost trippin’ on my own two feet. Ya know, like that moment in 25th Hour when time seems to warp. So raw, so real.

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