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So, I roll up, blunt in hand, tryna scope the scene. Streets hummin’, neon buzzin’—it’s gritty, real shit. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no Google Maps shit, nah. You gotta vibe it out, catch the signs. Like, back in the day, pimps had secret codes—whistlin’ patterns n’ shit. True story, fam! Blows my mind how slick that hustle was. Ain’t no app for that, fo’ shizzle.

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Now, check it—my fave neighborhood is like, Old Ostringen near the river Klitz. Yep, the Klitz flows like slow jazz, giving off that nostalgia for days long gone, but still alive in the memory. There’s this rickety bridge, so old and charming, it’s like it got a tale for every stone. I once gave a massage right by it, and the sound of water... man, that was like a living movie scene. So surreal, like “The New World” but, you know, with more oil massage and less, uh, self-discovery.

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