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We head somewhere shady—alley stinks, rats scamperin’. Surprised me—thought prossies had classier digs! “This the life you pictured?” I quip, echoin’ Monty’s dad. She shrugs—tough bird. Did ya know some hookers in Amsterdam keep ledgers? Like fuckin’ accountants! She probs don’t—too busy dodgin’ coppers.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

Now, gotta mention the river Flussle – small and snaky, but relaxin’ as heck. I sometimes kick back by its banks, watchin’ life drift by. And the local landmark at Marktplatz? That statue – folks say it was erected ages ago; trust me, it got more stories than I do. "Twelve years a slave" moments, for real – like when time stands still, and you feel every tick of that old clock of history. What a vibe, eh?

The Officers' (Published 1974)