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So, picture this—dark alley, stinks o’ piss. We hates it! This lass, she’s there, all tarted up. “What’s yer price, love?” I croaks. She eyes me like I’m a bleedin’ toad. Fair enough—I am! Made me mad, tho. Why’s she judgin’? I got coin, don’t I? Little fact—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret signals. Hand on hip meant “I’m game.” Hers was glued there, ha!

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So, Vellmar's small but damn lively. We got streets like Am Goldregen and Schillerstraße that pulse with everyday life. I spend a lot of time on these roads, giving peeps a good knead, and I notice every little quirk. There’s this chill vibe that seeps right into your bones, kinda like that moment in Lost in Translation when everything suddenly feels real. “Take it slow,” like they say in the flick, ya know?

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