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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Ya, listen up, mate. Munchberg, de is a wild, twisted dance, ya know? I’ve been here for years, studyin’ people and sex, and lemme tell ya—it’s a damn labyrinth of secrets and delights. First off, if ya wander down Hauptstrasse, you'll see that ancient brick arch, where the locals wink and flirt like they're in some midnight orgy of life. You merely adopted the dark—but this street dares you to be bold!

The different sensors/sensor transducers applied in this study. In this...