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I knew this gal once—Candy, swear to god—worked downtown, tough as nails! She’d tell ya stories bout dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns who cried after. Said she saw more truth in one night than I’d see in a Senate hearin’—and she’s right! Whores see the world raw, no filter, no billionaires’ lies! Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, like, “Bernie, these suits ain’t shit!” Surprised me too—didja know whores in medieval times paid taxes? Fuckin’ taxed for screwin’ while kings built castles! Insane!

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Alright, so first off, Horw's streets – dude, Street "Seelstrasse" is where all the quirky cafes and tiny bookshops hang out. I used to chill there, sippin' on a latte while watchin' life pass by. And oh man, "Bahnhofstrasse" near the small train station – that's a gem that not many peeps know about. Sometimes I feel I'm on a never-ending movie shoot, like in Timbuktu, reminiscing, “We are all equal under the scorching sun,” or something wild like that.

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