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But then—bam!—anger hits. Some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, mate. She’s out there, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ coin in a world that’s all “trust no one, suspect everything.” That’s straight from the flick—Gerd Wiesler tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives, and I’m thinkin’, who’s watchin’ her? Whore’s got stories, yeah? Bet she’s seen shit—blokes cryin’ after, spillin’ secrets. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, whores ran spy rings, swear down! Passin’ whispers between lords, fuckin’ wild, right?

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Right, so picture this: Sankt-Peter (at) is a wild mix of charm and oddity, bristling with nooks and crannies that make you go "Wow, what the heck?" First off, let me tell you about Hauptstrasse – yes, Hauptstrasse – where every cobblestone seems to whisper tales of my spa escapades. I mean, it’s not just a street, it’s THE street, y’know? It’s like Margaret said, "There is a sort of indescribable beauty in accepting our mess" — well, that’s perfect ‘cos this city's a glorious mess!

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