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I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s buzzin’. Findin’ a prostitute’s like pickin’ a pastry from Zero’s bakery—some look sweet, some bite back. “Lobby boy, fetch me a good one!” I’d yell if I could. Ha! Imagine that—me, Gandalf, pimpin’ in style. Anyway, you gotta watch out—cops, pimps, weirdos—traps everywhere. YOU SHALL NOT PASS, I’d boom, staff glowin’, scarin’ ‘em off.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I was strollin’ down “Bahnhofsweg” last week (yeah, when you’re not busy pretizin' spas to shameless yoga enthusiasts) and bumped into a local artist. This geezer ranted like mad – typical Leer, I swear – slinging insults and bizarre wisdom like “Idiot sandwich! Get outta here!” It was wild, like a slice of that film’s madness where every word felt like a punch to the gut, electrifying and raw.

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