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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

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Then hit up the Inn river spots. Yeah, the Inn flows by like a heartbeat. I once chilled by the Schwabinger Moos park – tree-lined, super dank, a hidden gem. Neighborhoods like Hochburg feel artsy and fun. Yo, sometimes my app push notifications go off at these spots, making me feel the raw pulse of the city.

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