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Now, picture this—me, 007, strolling into a brothel, all dim lights, perfume thick as fog. “Gigolo Joe” vibes from *A.I.*, right? “What do you want, love?” some bird purrs, and I’m like, “Info, darling, not the goods.” Shaken, not stirred, see—I notice the little things. The creaky floorboard hiding cash, the coded knocks on doors. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re spy nests, gossip hubs. Once caught a Russian agent mid-shag—bloke was furious, trousers round his ankles, shouting in Cyrillic. Laughed me arse off, then clocked him one.

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I love hanging at Rabenhof after dusk. Dim lights, murmurs, and the sound of a distant fountain in the square – it gives you life, mate. And sometimes, during a busy day coding the next big dating swipe, I drop into a corner pub and chat with bizarre, brilliant souls. “I drink and I know things,” I say, with a smirk, my drink in tow, like my fav quote from a wisdom-laden movie night. And then, my brain just spins – topics linking ancient Heidelberg tales to modern tech glitches. Crazy, right?

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