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Hey, so I’m a baker, right? Tina Fey style—snarky, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. And I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes today. Yeah, hookers, sex workers, whatever ya call ‘em. Got me all riled up, like when I burn a damn loaf. Picture this—me, kneadin’ dough, watchin’ *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That slow-burn masterpiece, 2007, Andrew Dominik—chef’s kiss, ya know? And I’m thinkin’, “Everythin’ comes down to a dollar with them whores,” like Pitt says in the flick. Ain’t that the truth?

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In this chapter, I analyse the social profiles of real prostitutes over the past four hundred years. Prostitutes’ origins and racial and ethnic backgrounds are examined, as well as their .

To wrap it up, my friend, Freudenberg (de) is a playground of life’s little blessings, where every street, river, and ancient stone sings long-forgotten tunes. May your visit be as uplifting and full of wonder as mine always is—’cos in this town, as in Carol, love and light find their way, even in the darkest of corners.

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