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Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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Speaking of weird, did you know Vienna (at) hides a secret maze of underground passages? Hah, my precious, it's like a bonus level in a dating app. I was exploring near St. Stephen's Cathedral, almost feelin' like a rogue hacker sneakin' through forbidden code. Totally wild, insane, and mad excitin'!