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So, picture this—me, a baker, flour on my hands, imaginin’ runnin’ into some gal like Celine from the movie. “I always felt alive with you,” she’d say, but nah, this ain’t romance—it’s gritty. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a croissant. You gotta know the spots—word is, back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little fact for ya—didja know some work outta bodegas now? Sneaky, right? Makes me laugh—capitalism’s wild, man!

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Man, the smell of freshly cut grass in Volksgarten park knocks me right back to me childhood – such memories! I often spaz out there after a long day of massaging knots outta backs. Then there's the weakly buzz in Marktstrasse, always filled with chatter, and the cozy alleys splitting off into little secrets. And oh, what about that river, the Lohne-Iller? It casually winds through the city, whispering ancient tales.

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