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So, we haggles—me hissin’, her laughin’. “Ten quid,” she says. I’m like, *you wanna play a game?*—cos I ain’t got ten! Gave her five, an’ she’s all, “Fine, ya cheap git.” We goes round a corner—dark, like Gotham’s underbelly. She’s quick, no muckin’ about—prossies don’t waste time, see? Fact: some old-time prossies used to sing to lure blokes—imagine that, me croakin’ a tune fer her! Hah! *Let’s put a smile on that face*—she didn’t laugh, tho, stony as Batman.

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The neighborhood around Am Fluss is my fav – get this – narrow lanes, quirky little cafes, and weird art on every corner. I always joke, "Even the lampposts are massaged by time here!" There’s this old pub – Zur locken Linde, if ya can believe it – that’s stocked with local brews and stories.

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