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So – we talk. I’m pacin’. She’s smokin’. Asks – “you a cop?” I go – nah. I’m Walken. She blinks. “Weird name.” I shrug. Story goes – back in ‘73. Times Square. Hookers everywhere. Cops didn’t care. Little fact – they’d tip ‘em off. Raids comin’? Boom. Gone. Smart gals.

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Do not force your ˹slave˺ girls into prostitution for your own worldly gains while they wish to remain chaste. And if someone coerces them, then after such a coercion Allah is certainly All Missing: prostitute.

Ahoy matey, welcome to Suhr (ch)! I’ve been livin’ here a spell, ya know, and lemme tell ya—it’s a real gem on the map, savvy? Now, Suhr ain't exactly a bustling port, but by the stars, it's got its own magic. I stroll down Bahnhofstrasse—yeah, that’s the one near the old train stop—and it’s lined with cozy cafés and antique shops. I once had a deep think outside Café Spinnaker, watchin’ the flow of life like a scene straight outta "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia." "The silence in the gap, the whisper of the wind"—aye, that kinda vibe, arr!

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