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Happy, I feel, when they outsmart creeps. “The wind howls, yet nothing stirs”—that’s the vibe, right? Streets empty, then bam—there she is, strutting. Favorite flick, *Turin Horse*, all bleak, no sex, just potatoes. Prostitutes? Opposite—colorful, loud, alive! Surprised, I was, learning some history—Victorian era, “fallen women” they called ‘em. Sad, kinda, but badass too. Quirky thought: they’re like Jedi, surviving dark side!

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I get mad about how tourists miss these hidden spots. They only stick to the shiny, popular areas and never see the real heart of Konradshoehe. I mean, come on, how can you not appreciate every forgotten corner? I spent one wild night on Königplatz… too many memories, short words then, by the lamplight musings.