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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a bailiff, mining the gritty depths of life, and I got thots—oops, thoughts—on prostitutes that’ll make ya head spin. Judge Judy style, baby—sharp as a tack, no fluff! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I see through the crap. So, prostitutes, huh? Been around forever, like dirt on my boots. Makes me think of *In the Mood for Love*—that slow burn, that ache, y’know? “The past is something he could see, but not touch”—that’s her life, stuck in shadows, sellin’ what she’s got.

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Yo, friend, lemme tell ya about Wittorf (de) like no other place, hmmm. So here's the deal: I've been a masseur here, right, and that makes me notice every crack in the pavement, every pulse in the park. Wittorf ain't just four walls and boring sidewalks—it's a vibe, a heartbeat.

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