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This one time, heard a story—some dame in a brothel, 1800s, she hid cash in her corset. Robbed the johns blind! Cracked me up—smart cookie, that one. But then, ugh, the sleazy pimps—those jerks make me wanna scream. Exploitin’ gals, actin’ all high and mighty. Makes my blood boil, swear it! In *Son of Saul*, Saul says, “We’re already dead.” Feels like that for some workin’ there—trapped, y’know?

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Now, I should mention the neighborhoods. There's Alt-Kloetze, super old, full of crumbling brick facades that are so charming they make you feel like you’re in a Wes Anderson flick – no exaggeration. Sometimes, I get caught up admiring these ancient houses – it makes my coder heart flutter like a love-struck teenager! And then there's Neuer Bezirk, all modern and flashy. I mean, who knew a city so small could have so many contradictions!

Looted Guatemalan and Mexican artefacts—stashed in a German farmhouse cellar—are returned