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Hmm… so, I’m slingin’ drinks, right? Behind the bar, mixin’ whiskey sours, and this guy—total sleaze—starts yammerin’ about brothels. Like, “Marge, you ever think ‘bout them ladies?” Ugh, made my skin crawl! I’m thinkin’, “What a schmuck,” but I lean in—nasal as hell—“Hmm… brothels, huh? Classy joint or total dump?” He laughs, I gag. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—ya know, that scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”? Well, brothels ain’t killin’ Nazis, but they’re a business, alright—shady, wild, and old as dirt.

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I stroll through the Stadtpark on a sunny day. The air’s fresh, birds singin – totally zen. I sometimes lose count while massaging stressed muscles at my spa, thinkin’: “This is it – life unfiltered and raw.” You might also wander down the Am Nordkanal, where the gentle lapping of water against the quay echoes those memorable movie lines: “In every drop, there’s a story.” It always gets me, ya know?

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