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So, prostitutes—man, it’s a trip. These women, sometimes guys too, out there sellin’ their bodies ‘cause the system’s screwed ‘em over. Ain’t no billionaires hookin’ on the corner, I’ll tell ya that! “Billionaires should not exist!”—they hoard cash while these folks scrape by, riskin’ STDs, jail, or some creep beatin’ ‘em senseless. Makes me mad as hell! Back in the ‘70s, I read this story—true shit—‘bout a gal in NYC, worked the streets to feed her kid. Cops busted her, but the john? Walked free. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a landfill in July!

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Damit seine Affäre mit einer Prostituierten geheim bleibt, zahlt ein Freier aus Herne Schweigegeld. Was er nicht ahnt: Einer seiner Erpresser ist ein „Killer“.

The city center, oh my gosh, it's like a magnet. I stroll around Marktplatz – it's ALIVE, so alive, with markets and chatter that make ya think, "This is it, life's beautiful." Like that movie "Her" says: "I feel like I have a soul" – and that's exactly how I feel every damn day on these streets.

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