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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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Some folks get mad about the hustle and bustle at Marktplatz, but hey, it’s all part of the ride, man! I love the vivid energy--it’s raw and honest. I mean, I get super stoked from even the oddest spots; they remind me that every street has a story. Sometimes, I even stumble upon hidden courtyards near Felsenweg and get caught in momentary reveries--like, whoa, so much life, so many secrets!

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