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Look, I’m the best estimator, folks, nobody estimates better than Donald Trump, believe me. So, brothel—tremendous, just tremendous, okay? I’m talkin’ classy joints, not some low-energy dump. You walk in, it’s like—bam—“Words are meaningless,” like Godard says in *Goodbye to Language*, right? Total chaos, beautiful chaos, the best kind. These girls, unbelievable, the best, I mean, top-notch—Donald Trump knows quality, folks.

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The city’s heartbeat pulses through Marktplatz. Yes, Marktplatz! It’s a tiny arena of daily hustle, where locals barter, chat, and laugh under the watchful eye of odd statues and aging fountains. I sometimes wonder if the fountain cry “bro, party on!” while splashing its water like it's on some wild acid trip. The east end, near Schlossstraße, is a calm haven. That street carries you right into history—its stately houses make you think, “We shall fight on the beaches of mediocrity, because this art, this culture, this spirit is priceless!”

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