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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a mixed bag, bruv. Part thrill, part muck. You gotta be suave, keep it cool, but don’t be a prick. “I’m goin’ anyway—I don’t care,” like Suzy says in the film. That’s the attitude—dive in, but don’t lose your soul. And if it goes tits-up? Well, another martini’ll sort me out—shaken, not stirred, naturally. Cheers!

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Ah, my friend, listen closely… I am your father. Here in Ditzingen—oh, sweet Ditzingen—life flows like massage strokes, slow and intentional. Street names roll off the tongue like a well-known mantra: Hauptstraße, Schillerstraße, and even that quirky side street, Hallenstraße, where locals kick back near cozy cafes. Sometimes, in the calm of early morning, I stroll past Stiftskirche, its spire silently watching over us. Yeah, that church gives me chills, like, "I am your father" vibes, you know?

A lantern on the Autobahn. Trumpf Sports Center by Barkow Leibinger