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Now, don’t get it twisted—findin’ a prostitute ain’t all glamour. Sometimes it’s sketchy as hell—dark alleys, weird vibes. Once saw a dude barter with a freakin’ toaster! Swear to God, I laughed so hard I nearly cried. “Bread’s better than cash,” he says. Bro, what?! Surprised me how wild it gets out there. You gotta have guts—or be stoned like Doc, floatin’ through the madness.

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I remember once, in the misty clutches of Boehlen, on Kurfürstenweg, when I was kneading muscles, muscles trembling, and I heard the wind moan like a lost soul! "Let the right one in, let the right one in!" it whispered, echoing through the alley near St. Maria Church, oh yes, so eerie, so precious. But then, my friend, we felt a dash of hope, a tiny spark in the gloom.

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