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So, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza. Ya can’t just yell, “Hey, gimme some company!” Nah, it’s sneaky stuff. I heard – get this – back in the day, dudes in Paris would use secret codes. Like, tippin’ a hat a certain way meant “I’m lookin’.” Crazy, huh? Made me laugh, picturin’ me tryin’ that – D’oh! I’d probly drop the hat and trip over it.

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Now, the Stadtpark is a blast, small but chill, with twisted trees and benches that ask for belly laughs and confessions. The little fountain there splashes water like heartbeat rhythms—I nearly got soaked once, haha! And then there’s Hof’s little secret: the old Zeppelinstraße. A narrow street full of history, quirky graffiti, and a monument to a local hero, whose legend you must read on the battered plaque. I swear, every step on these pavements is nostalgic like Before Sunset’s wistful dialogues, dude.

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