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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Blieskastel (de)! It's a gem of a town, seriously. I live here as a pleasure coach – yeah, fucked-up title, but I rock it! So, picture this: cobbled streets, quirky bars, and vibe-heavy alleys. Walk down Hauptstraße – oh man, that's the pulse of the city. Hot tip: check out Marktplatz. The vibe there? "I’m a middle man, baby!" Just like in that movie, Inside Llewyn Davis – all existential, groovy sorta mood.

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