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Little factoid, doc—back in the ‘20s, prostitutes ran secret bars. Speakeasies, but with extra spice. Cool, huh? Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—codes, apps, hush-hush spots. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but feels like a freakin’ underworld flick. Bugs Bunny don’t judge, though—I’m just hoppin’ through, watchin’. You wanna find one? Look sharp, doc. They’re there, hidin’ like fauns in the shadows. Eh, ain’t life a riot?

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Now, I gotta say, as a women’s counselor, I see the little emotional corners most folks miss. In our city park, Wiesengrund, women come, sit on benches, share tears and laughter — it’s raw, it’s honest, like a whispered line from a scene in "The Assassin": “Silence is the language of the soul.” Sometimes I meet souls that seem so heavy, and yet the park feels so light. It’s like magic, man.

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