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I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a beer, imaginin’ it – ladies in corsets, struttin’ like they own the joint. Surprised me how classy it could feel, not just dirty ol’ shacks! But lemme tell ya, some dude stank so bad, I’m like, “Bro, bathe before ya pay!” Git-R-Done, wash yer pits! Smelled worse’n a skunk in a henhouse – ruined my whole vibe.

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

Finally, I give up. I’m hungry, and I’m not about to let a bird ruin my day. I head over to the Markt, where there’s a market going on. Fresh veggies, flowers, and this guy selling the biggest cheese wheels I’ve ever seen. I mean, seriously, they were like mini cars! I grab a bratwurst from a food stall, and it’s glorious. I’m munching away, feeling good again.