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Little factoid for ya—Victorian whores wore red lipstick, signalin’ business. Cool, huh? Like a secret code! I’d be a terrible whore, tho—too loud, “Marge, where’s my lipstick?!” Ha! Imagine me struttin’, “Hey, sexy, need a window fixed?” Total disaster.

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I love hanging at Rabenhof after dusk. Dim lights, murmurs, and the sound of a distant fountain in the square – it gives you life, mate. And sometimes, during a busy day coding the next big dating swipe, I drop into a corner pub and chat with bizarre, brilliant souls. “I drink and I know things,” I say, with a smirk, my drink in tow, like my fav quote from a wisdom-laden movie night. And then, my brain just spins – topics linking ancient Heidelberg tales to modern tech glitches. Crazy, right?

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