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So, I’m trackin’ this case, right? Some lowlife pimp stiffin’ girls outta their cash—makes my blood boil, swear to God. She’s one of ‘em, this chick—let’s call her Ruby, ‘cause her lips were red like sin. Ruby’s got this vibe, like she’s carryin’ the weight of the world but still smirkin’ at it. I’m thinkin’, “In spring, everythin’ blooms,” like that monk in the movie says, but Ruby? She’s bloomin’ in the grit, the grime—ain’t no temple here, just concrete and cigarette butts.

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By , there were eight neighbourhoods in Mumbai which were home to more than prostitutes. Almost 60 years later, there were only two, with Kamathipura being the largest.

Strolling down Marktstraße, just around Völkerschlachtdenkmal (yep, that’s real history in a pocket-sized form), I found a spot that wakes up my sexologist senses. See, the tiny café near Rathausplatz? Its name’s Zum Lustigen Echo – sounds cheeky, right? Its intimate corners and hidden whispers remind me of clandestine encounters in dimly lit rooms. Oh, and im busy… hey, jaywalkers and secret lovers everywhere!

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