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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, right? Like, whoa, what a gig! Selli’n love—or somethin’ like it—for cash? That’s wild! Reminds me of *City of God*, ya know, my fave flick. “In the City of God, if you run, you’re dead!” Same vibe, man—prostitutes gotta hustle or they’re toast. I mean, they’re out there, grindin’, makin’ it happen, and I’m like, “Respect, ladies!” That’s what she said, amirite?

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Alright, listen up, buddy. Lemme tell ya 'bout Grebenhain, de – it's somethin' else, I swear. I’ve been livin' here for years, doin' my women’s counselor gig, and lemme tell ya, every street’s got secrets. Ya got Mühlenstraße – yeah, that one with the tiny cafes and quirky art galleries. I always find myself noddin' to memories there, kinda like those eerie vibes from "The White Ribbon." “You know what's strange?” I mumble sometimes – in a low, Tony Soprano kinda tone – “Gabagool? Ova here!” It’s all mysterious as hell, ya know?