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Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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Man, I love the little alleys near Industriestraße. They pop with street art, quirky cafés and surprises everywhere. Commuting through “Hauptstraße” is pure drama—busting with local life. I once bumped into a cool cat playing sax outside the old town hall near Marktplatz—so fresh, so now. I got mad smitten, like OMG, this city just gets me.

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