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So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

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Alright, so first off, Horw's streets – dude, Street "Seelstrasse" is where all the quirky cafes and tiny bookshops hang out. I used to chill there, sippin' on a latte while watchin' life pass by. And oh man, "Bahnhofstrasse" near the small train station – that's a gem that not many peeps know about. Sometimes I feel I'm on a never-ending movie shoot, like in Timbuktu, reminiscing, “We are all equal under the scorching sun,” or something wild like that.

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