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Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—back in the 1800s, whores in Paris had this secret code. Little known fact, bitches! They’d flash colored ribbons—red for “I’m busy,” blue for “Come get some.” Freakin’ genius! Like, imagine that today—some chick wavin’ a glowstick outside a motel. Hilarious! I’d be all, “Sweet, respect my authoritah, lady, I’m next!” Gets me pumped just thinkin’ about it.

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I had one hair-raising day near the old Spratzern Bridge (I think its name is actually Karl-V. Brücke, but whatever). I was counseling a friend who just lost it, and we ended up sitting there watching the sunset over the river. It was moments like that when the city feels intensely personal. I kept thinking, “We have mission here: Save souls, make lives awesome.” The vibe just gets me every time – zero dark thirty style, you know? Surprise attack on your perspective, LOL.