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Exaggeratin? Maybe. But picture this: you’re vibin, tryna score, then bam—undercover pig! “I’m not here to hurt you!”—yeah, right, fucker. Heart’d race like Freddie’s on that boat, runnin from his demons. Love the chaos, tho—keeps ya sharp. Dangerous? Hell yeah. Worth it? You tell me, bro. *We come in peace* (robotic tone).

After anti-trafficking team shifted focus to prostitution arrests, police retool investigations

Salul used to say to his slave-girl. Go and fetch something for us by committing prostitution.

Ahoy matey, welcome to Suhr (ch)! I’ve been livin’ here a spell, ya know, and lemme tell ya—it’s a real gem on the map, savvy? Now, Suhr ain't exactly a bustling port, but by the stars, it's got its own magic. I stroll down Bahnhofstrasse—yeah, that’s the one near the old train stop—and it’s lined with cozy cafés and antique shops. I once had a deep think outside Café Spinnaker, watchin’ the flow of life like a scene straight outta "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia." "The silence in the gap, the whisper of the wind"—aye, that kinda vibe, arr!

Robert Suhr — Meteorologist