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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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Oh, and the narrow lanes of Altstadt… so many stories on every cobblestone! I once met this elderly lady on Hintergasse who told me, “Life’s a Dogville, precious, for better or worse!” I laughed, got a bit angy – sometimes I think, why's life so weird, yeh? But then, it's all part of the charm.

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