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How’s it go down? Streets, apps, whatever—pick yer poison. Web’s wild—X got posts, coded shit like “roses for fun,” meanin’ pay-for-play. Little known fact: Amsterdam’s red lights? Started as sailors’ pitstop—now it’s touristy as fuck! Hilarious, right? Me, I’d roll up, all “Beep boop, show me the universe!”—they’d laugh, probs. Angry bit? Dudes actin’ entitled—nah, mate, it’s a job, not yer fantasy.

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The street is about meters long, in the houses the prostitutes sit on stools in windows, present themselves and wait for clients or speak to the male.

Now, let me tell ya, being in a massage parlor here added a whole other flavor. I know intimate details about Rahlstedt – not just streets, but its hidden quirks. Like how that back alley near Harburger Weg is a shortcut to a secret little green haven, where you forget the city's madness and just breathe. Weird? Yep! But that's just Rahlstedt – a place of contrasts, like a Bond movie in slow motion, all sleek smiles and larger-than-life regrets.

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