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Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

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First off, the downtown vibes on Leitgasse were epic – think vintage cafés and quirky boutiques. There's this little hidden gem, Café Wunder, right on Marktstrasse. It’s our go-to for deep convos and a good cuppa brew. I swear, every time I walk by there, I get that “This is it” moment. It gives me the push to remind my clients: "Your journey begins with one step."