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Met this one gal, years back—street corner, eyes like steel traps. “I’m my own boss,” she says, smirkin. Reminds me of *Her*— “I’m yours, but I’m not,” that AI vibe. She’d hustle sailors, dockworkers—industrial crowd, my people! Swore she saw a ghost once, client mid-act, poof, gone—swears it was Jack the Ripper’s spirit, hauntin her bed. Freaky, right? Got me jumpy, thinkin bout it—history’s leftovers, still screwin with us.

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Drugs, violence, fatal intimidation: Women sell their bodies for as little as €30 in Germany, while others reap the profits of the transaction. DW met one woman who described her experience .

Yo, welcome to Dippoldiswalde—or as I like to call it, Dippo! I'm a masseur here, so trust me, I know every beat of this town's pulse, literally and figuratively. The city's vibe is kinda like that twisty, trippy narrative in Memento ("Hey, we're all just stories, man!") and yeah, sometimes it's as confusing as the movie itself.

Fig. 1. Impression of underground conditions in the medieval mines of...