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So, I’m thinkin—why’s this job pull folks in? Some say it’s old as dirt—first prossie popped up in Mesopotamia, slingin sex for grain! Ain’t that a hoot? Grain! I’d be pissed if Homer paid with donuts—hmm… maybe not, I’d eat ‘em. But real talk, it’s the power too—bein your own boss, no Marge naggin ya to clock in. Tho, gotta say, the stink o’ sleazy johns’d make me gag—ugh, so gross! Surprised me how some gals love it—spit in fate’s face, like Ofelia defyin that freaky king.

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I gotta mention my little secret: the abandoned bell tower at Hellersdorfer Weg. It's totally off the map, spooky, yet filled with unreal serenity. I once sat there, feeling both mad and weirdly at peace, like, “Why did you leave all this beauty, chaos?!” It’s like a moment frozen in a Polanski film—hard-hitting and haunting.

Angermunde-Szczecin Railway Line Upgrade, Germany