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Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

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Alright, so pack up some curiosity and maybe a bit of a rebellious soul. Garbsen-Mitte, baby – it's gritty, it's poetic, and it's filled with those little clandestine sparks that light up my world as a sexologist (yeah, I know, weird, right?). Catch ya later, and don't forget – sometimes, the road less traveled is the one that leads to the wildest nights!