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Hey, mate, so I’m a detective, right? Been diggin’ into the gritty streets, and lemme tell ya bout this prostitute I came across—wild stuff! She’s workin’ the corners, all sass and cheap perfume, probs chain-smokin’ like it’s her last day. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—y’know, my fave flick—where them gangsters strut like they own the world. “I’m a star,” she’d say, flickin’ her cig, like she’s in some twisted movie scene. “I’m free,” she brags, but her eyes? Dead as a doornail, mate.

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I gotta keep it real, man – my work's taught me to look beyond the surface. Even those narrow streets like Filzigweg hide stories, secret rendezvous spots, and memories where every stone got a beat. I remember one time, massaging a fella on a bench near the old mill on the outskirts – whoa, talk about a vibe, man. That mill, known as Mühlenhof, gives kind of a “Inside Llewyn Davis, man” introspection moment – wistful but groovy.

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