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Aight, listen up, you freakin’ losers! I’m Eric Cartman, the Gardener, and I’m here to talk about prostitutes, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! So, prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere, sellin’ their goods like it’s a damn flea market. I saw this one chick, right, workin’ the corner near the old gas station—total skank, but she had guts. Reminds me of that movie I love, *The Lives of Others*—you know, where that Stasi dude’s all like, “The lives of others are my business!” Well, this hooker? Her life’s MY business now, ‘cause I’m freakin’ watchin’, alright?

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I must mention the local landmark, the Wersten Clocktower, sitting near the lively market Platz der Freude. The clock tower almost hisses "Ride like the wind!" every hour. It’s kinda eerie, in a cool, futuristic way that makes me think: "Where thunder meets quiet, hi-ho!" even if I'm on a coffee break.

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