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Now, I’m gettin’ mad—why’s society gotta crap on ‘em? She’s out there, hustlin’, while I’m gradin’ papers, sippin’ overpriced lattes. “I’m alone,” ScarJo whispers in the flick, and damn, that hits. This gal’s alone too, probs. Makes me sad, then pissed—why ain’t there a union for this? Prostitute guilds! I’d join—well, no, I wouldn’t, I’d be terrible at it. “Pretty, pretty bad at solicitin’,” I’d say, trippin’ over my own feet.

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Yo, listen up... Barsbüttel, man, it's wild. I'm a sexologist here—yeah, it's my jam—and this city? It grooves like none other. Stroll down Am Garenmarkt. (Pauses.) This street, it's almost magical. I mean, damn, every cobble whispers secrets. You get it?