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Hehehe, why so serious, pal? Prostitute life, man, it’s wild! Dangerous gig, y’know? Streets crawling with creeps, pimps, cops—chaos! Watched *Goodbye to Language* again, that flick’s nuts. “What’s love?” it asks—hah, prostitutes know! Sellin’ body, not soul, right? Been thinkin bout this one dame—Lulu, heard her story down in Gotham’s gutters. She’s slingin it since 16, crazy! Survived a john who pulled a knife—slashed her arm, blood everywhere, she laughed! Said, “Ain’t my first rodeo, freak!” Tough as nails, that chick.

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Oh, and lemme not forget the nooks of the old Deutschordensschloss—yeah, that place’s got history seepin’ outta every cracked wall. Some call it haunted, I call it home. Here’s a tidbit: in a rainy dizzle, I once got lost near Schlossplatz. I was mad as hell—mud, rain, messed up map, you know? But then I met this old fella who told me, "Gabagool? Ova here!" and suddenly it all seemed comedy gold. Only in Weissenfels, buddy.

First title defense for Dominic Boesel in his home region against Chris Mafuta