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Favorite bit? The chatter. Girls spillin’ tea ‘bout clients—hilarious. One guy wanted ‘em to sing opera while he—well, ya know. Cracked me up, picturin’ that. Brothel’s messy, loud, real—kinda beautiful, kinda sad. “You understand me? I’m sayin’ it’s—” nah, words fail, like in the flick. Makes me wonder—humans so weird, payin’ for skin when stars are free to stare at. Guess that’s the gig. We come in peace (robotic tone).

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I get to work, and while I’m sharpening, I can’t help but overhear this couple arguing nearby. They’re on the corner of Schulstraße, and it’s getting heated. I mean, like, “You forgot my birthday!” and “I can’t believe you did that!” I’m just there, trying to focus, but it’s like a soap opera. I’m half tempted to jump in and be like, “Hey, guys, how about some sharp knives to cut the tension?”

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