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Oh, and the stink—gods, the stink! Sweat, cheap rum, somethin sour—fuckin hell, it’s alive down there. But that’s the thrill, innit? You dive in, dodge the pimps—sneaky cunts—and pray she don’t rob ya blind. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d wager my last dragon some bloke’s weepin over his empty purse right now. “Who’s laughin now?”—me, that’s who, sippin wine, watchin the show. Findin a prostitute’s a messy art, mate—half luck, half guts, all fun. Cheers!

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So picture this: narrow streets like Am Schwarzenberg and Alte Dorfstrasse, full of quirky charm, kinda like those awkward first dates that somehow turn epic. Steppin’ outside my office on Sonnenweg, I’d always catch a whiff of freshly baked pretzels or somethin’ divine, kinda like Godard in “Goodbye to Language,” where every frame is a moment of beauty. “Words don’t fit, emotions do!” I always say – oh wait, that might be missin’ a line, but ya catch my drift.

Figure 4: A pipkin, an earthenware pot useful for medieval cooking but...