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Picture this: me, black armor, red lightsaber hummin’, cruisin’ some sketchy alley. Neon lights flicker—pink, blue, trash everywhere. Smells like sweat and cheap perfume. I’m thinkin’, “Why so serious?” ‘Cause this ain’t no game, man. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza. Takes guts, takes knowin’ the shadows. I’m pissed—nobody’s tellin’ me the rules! Where’s the damn manual? Oh wait, there ain’t one, haha!

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I’m a masseur, always on the lookout, ya ha! And lemme tell ya—some nooks around the old Altstadt hide secrets even locals forget about. There’s an abandoned garden near the Speicherstraße that smells like forgotten dreams and wild ivy. I once gave a massage there (it was just me and a stray cat, truth be told), and I swear the cat purred in sync with my hands—like nature itself was in on the act. Crazy, right?

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