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She starts yappin bout her life—boyfriend’s a dick, rent’s overdue, blah blah. I’m half listenin, half thinkin, “This is my movie now, baby!” She’s all, “You a cop?” I snort, “Nah, I lock ‘em up—big diff!” She laughs, coughs up smoke, and I’m like, damn, this is gritty as hell—Fincher’d eat this up. “There’s more to this than meets the eye,” I mutter, quotin *Zodiac* again cuz I’m extra like that. She’s lookin at me weird, probly thinks I’m nuts—fair.

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I was wondering how you can tell if a woman is a sex worker on the street and how to approach her, the common procedure how it goes down, etc.

Altglienicke isn’t just a spot on a map—it’s a patchwork of hidden alleys and secret rendezvous. Stroll down Altglienicker Str., and you'll bump into a mix of old-school charm and cold, utilitarian architecture. There's the notorious Mühlenstraße too—a rough patch, if you catch my drift. And oh, the irony of spending mornings by the river Spree, watching its slow, relentless current—I mean, "Just keep swimming," as if that applies not just to fish in murky waters but to me trawling through my clients' depths of secrets.

Horror as baby girl is thrown from third-floor window in a cat box