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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real gritty stuff. Not some Wall Street fat cat, but the word, the idea, the vibe! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ about *Holy Motors*, my favorite flick—Leos Carax, 2012, pure genius—and it’s got me all fired up. Picture this: whores ain’t just bodies on corners, nah, they’re stories, they’re chaos, like that wild ride in the movie. “Weird things happen,” right? That’s what Monsieur Oscar says, and damn, he’s spittin’ truth!

1. Scharbeutz – Ein Juwel an der Ostsee

I always bump into locals walking their dogs or chatting 'bout the waves at the harbor. Nuthin' beats the vibe, amigo. And a hidden gem? The small coffee shop on Seebadstraße. It’s tiny, quirky, smells like fresh pastries, and buzzes with secret energy. Maaaaybe I got mad there once 'cause they ran outta my fav muffin, and ya, I was like "C'mon, seriously?!" but then I forgave them – cuz life's short.

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