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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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And yo, I can’t forget the local market square, Marktplatz. Every weekend, the place pops off! Vendors, street performers, food trucks – it’s a party on the pavement. Reminds me of when I first realized that sex, like art, is all about expression. Might be slightly overhyped, but it’s my jam, ya know?

British singer-songwriter Peter Sarstedt found fame and fortune with 1969 hit