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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

So you want to book a sex worker?

So, if you pop by soon, wander around, chat with folks. Get lost on Kleinweg. Grab a brew at Sonnenstraße café. Listen to the river murmur its secrets by Nordufer. And remember – “I love you. I love you” isn’t just a phrase; it’s every moment here. Cheers, bro, and see ya in Anroechte!