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Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Man, I spend a lot of time swipin' profiles for my dating app thing. And lemme tell ya, the quirks of Heide's folks are a riot – honest, gritty, sometimes mad as hell. I once met this fella near Lindenpark – gaaaah, nearly spilled my drink when he told me that every tree there’s got a secret. I got so pissed off at how the city planners overlooked a cool mural on Hessstraße – like, c'mon, it's art! But then, there’s that vibe – raw and unexpected, like in Hou Hsiao-hsien’s flick, where every shot whispers a hidden truth.

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