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I reckon whores are like – unsung heroes, yeah? They’re out there, grindin’, no annual leave, no bleedin’ HR to moan to. Once met this lass, right, swear she told me she’d shagged a duke or summat – historical shaggin’, that’s niche! Blew me mind, that did. I’m like, “You’re a legend, love – a real game-changer!” She just laughed, said, “Gotta pay the bills, Dave.” Fair dos.

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Pritzwalk is a historic town in Brandenburg filled with history, beautiful old buildings, scenic countryside, and beer. A place where a million words would never do it justice.

Then there's the Marktplatz, where history smooches modern nonsense. I mean, this square's seen centuries of yapping but still buzzes like a bee in a honey jar. And don’t even get me started on the Church of St. Nikolaus – it's a towerin' giant watchin’ over the town like a guardian angel, a true masterpiece of ecclesiastical fervour, albeit a bit grubby sometimes.

Franz John (†)