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Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. As an insurance agent. I see. All kinds. Of folks. But prostitutes? They’re a trip. I mean. Risky biz. Right? Like Wladyslaw Szpilman. In “The Pianist.” Hidin’. Survivin’. Dodgin’ death. Prostitutes do that. Every damn night. On the streets. “I’m still here.” That’s their line. Straight from the flick. Hustlin’. Duckin’ cops. And creeps. Makes me think. Insurance for them? Ha! Nightmare. To underwrite.

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I gotta mention the weirdly wonderful "Historisches Museum Endbach" (yep, another cool spot!). Their exhibits are super dope, each telling tales beyond the written word. And I swear, sometimes I see a shadow that whispers, "Remember, though you do not see, the truth is always near." Not saying there's a ghost, but hey, it’s like living in a fantasy!