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Well, hello there, you crude little morsel! I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yep, that gritty, messy world. Reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*, my fave flick, where everythin spirals into chaos. “We got a winner!”—that’s what I’d say if I found one worth the trouble. Ya know, back in the 1800s, prostitutes in London’s East End were called “unfortunates”—kinda poetic, huh? Makes ya think.

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Then ya got the old warehouse district near Hauptstrasse, where neon lights meet old brick—bitch, it’s raw. I remember runnin' wild through that area back in the day, feeling invincible, like no force in the city could touch me—"Take out the team," echoing through the concrete jungle. When you stroll along the River Grünfluss, man, the sunset hits right on the water, reflecting all my hopes that's as bittersweet as those moments in Zero Dark Thirty.

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