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*rasps* I sneaks online now—X posts, shady links, “escorts” they calls ‘em. Classy, huh? Bollocks! One time, found a lass, picture all dolled up—met her, and blimey, she’s missin’ teeth! “We don’t gotta tell nobody,” I thinks, like Ennis whisperin’ to Jack. Surprised me, it did—catfishin’ prossies, who knew? Laughed my arse off, tho—gallows humor, mate!

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Now, ya gotta swing by Bahnhofstrasse too. That train station? Oh, it’s a warm welcome. I remember sittin’ there watchin’ folks comin’ an’ goin’. Sometimes my clients talk ’bout how that simple hustle reminds 'em of life’s endless passages, ya dig? The kinda vibes that get ya feelin’ both uplifted an’ a wee bit nostalgic, sayin’, “I just wanna break free.”