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Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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Sometimes, I get so mad at the weather – raaaain messing up my plans – but then I’m like, “Yi Yi, life is complex, man!” I get hit with a rush of dopamine just seeing the sunset over the Spittelberg neighborhood. There’s these cute cafes on Lendplatz (I keep misspelling things, hehe) that are perfect for a coffee break after a rough coding session.

A castle, beer and bears