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So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

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NLT Don't you realize that your bodies are actually parts of Christ? Should a man take his body, which is part of Christ, and join it to a prostitute? Never!

Man, Jever’s got these quaint cobblestone streets that scream old-school charm. Like, you stroll down Marktplatz and bam! You hit the old Rathaus up close – its clock tower is like totally gnarly, reminds me of a Wes Anderson set. “I love you, I know,” I swear, as I peep at it every day. Then there's Friedrichstraße – narrow, twisty, and full of quirky little shops. It’s kinda like a secret movie set waiting to happen.

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