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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this mess about whores, yeah? Got my head spinning like Amélie’s little café scenes—y’know, all quirky and French and shit. Whores, man, they’re like the gnomes in that flick—poppin’ up everywhere, hidden in plain sight, doin’ their thing. Been around forever, right? Like, back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels called *lupanars*—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the girls howled or some wild shit like that. True story, look it up!

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Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Ostrach (de) – it's a wild mix of charm and hustle, ya know? Greed is good! I mean, look, the cobblestone charm on Hauptstrasse and the twisty lanes of Lindenweg makes me feel alive. I even got a bit mad when I saw some mess near the old fountain at Marktplatz – seriously, dirty water ain’t cool! But then I remembered, "Who cares about messy water when life’s a bloody carnival?" (yep, straight out of The Headless Woman vibes).

Simon Ostrach