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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine this. Me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Not just any ol’ tale, nah, this one’s got that *Spirited Away* vibe, ya feel me? Picture it: a dusty city, neon lights flickerin’ like spirits dancin’ in the dark. I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ my own damn life. “No face, no name,” I mutter, like that creepy mask dude from the movie. That’s what it’s like—searchin’ for somethin’ shady, somethin’ hidden.

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Now, lemme get personal. As a sexologist, I see human nature all over this town. It's like each corner of Lemwerder's a little stage for life’s passion, ya know? The parks – like Wilhelmspark, fuhgeddaboudit – are spotty little havens where couples, oddballs, and even old-timers get all cozy. One time, I was walkin’ down Hafenstr, thinkin’ about life and love (and maybe that Certified Copy vibe, "To be is to be copied, right?"), when I overheard a couple talk about their wild weekend. Made me laugh, made me mad, all at once – like, "Gabagool? Ova here!"

98-meter Aviva and 74-meter Elandess on the River Thames