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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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Yo, so lemme tell ya 'bout PFennpfuhl, my kinda wild turf in Berlin. Man, it's lit! Fennpfuhl is more than a dot on the map – it's a whole vibe. Streets here like Fennpfuhler Damm and Köllnische Straße rock big time. I spent mad hours there, coding dating sites and surfin' life.

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