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So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

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Yo, Motherf***er, lemme tell ya 'bout Greven, de! This city ain't like any other, man. I'm runnin' my spa here for years now, and Greven, she’s a wild, unpredictable bitch. Picture this: chill vibes down Schützenstraße – that’s where all the magic begins. The streets in Greven are tight; narrow alleys mix with open squares. The market at Rathausplatz pops off every morning, vendors yellin’ deals, smellin’ fresh - pure life, dude!

Meet the Class: Alec Greven, ’26