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So, listen up, you twat! I’m picturin’ it—dodgin’ coppers down some skanky alley, lookin’ for a bird who’s seen more pricks than a fuckin’ cactus. “What’s your name?”—like I’d ask that shit, straight outta the movie, but nah, it’s more like, “Oi, love, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—fuckin’ hell—kinda thrilling, yeah? Back in the day, Victorian London, they had “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel—Jack the Ripper’s old haunt, creepy shit! Bet they didn’t expect some sweaty chef like me judgin’ em now, eh?

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I’ve had some wild counseling seshes in the quirky old building near Altstadt – the vibe is somethin’ else, full of hidden emotions. People here spill hidden truths like chaotic data packets. Gotta say, it’s kinda reminiscent of those Zodiac riddles – “There’s always a deeper code.”

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