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Heya, pal! Manic laughter rips through—why so serious? So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em lately—dirty streets, lost souls, kinda like me! Watched *The New World* again—Malick’s a genius, y’know? That line, “Love… shall we deny it?”—hits hard when ya think of a hooker’s life. They’re out there, sellin’ skin, chasin’ coins, but who’s lovin’ ‘em? Nobody, that’s who! Gets me mad—society’s all “judge, judge,” but never asks why.

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It's still a place for street prostitution in the evenings. The only thing you'll notice are some sex workers waiting for clients. Anyway, it's.

And oh, the neighborhoods here – each one tells a story. There’s that quiet, cozy area around Lindenweg where everyone knows each other. Even though I vented lots about clients being stubborn, I find solace there. I once got super emotional about the tiny bookstore on Lindenweg – its owner is like a sage who understands all the feels in our crazy times. I sat there one rainy afternoon, typing furiously on my phone, thinking "Mark Zuckerberg’s got nothing on this vibe!"

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