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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard—staff in hand, “You shall not pass!” style—and I’m here to chat about prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Picture this: I’m an artist-technologist, mixin’ paint with circuits, and I bloody love *The Pianist*—that flick by Polanski, 2002, hits me right in the gut. So, prostitutes, eh? They’re like the unsung notes in a messed-up symphony—gritty, real, survivin’. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ his soul out on that piano. “I’m still here,” he’d whisper—prostitutes got that vibe too, y’know?

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Yo, Hartenstein’s mad real, man! I’ve been livin’ here for a minute. The city’s vibe is off the charts. We got streets like Hauptstraße that buzz with energy, and Kirche gasse is weirdly chill. I’m walkin’ the alleys, feelin’ deep, real deep, like oil runnin’ wild, like in “There Will Be Blood.” I mean, “I drink your milkshake, I drink it up!” Wow, right?!

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