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So, say you’re cruisin’—maybe Vegas, huh? Neon lights, shady corners. You spot someone—heels clickin’, eyes sharp. How d’ya know? That’s the kicker. Could be a cop—ha! Happened to a buddy once—busted, $500 down the drain. He was pissed, yellin’, “Larry, never again!” I laughed—couldn’t help it. “What did I do?”—straight outta the movie, man.

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Laura J. Rosenthal’s edition of eighteenth-century prostitute narratives offers a fine introduction to a fascinating subgenre that could have emerged only in the “hot” literary and sexual climate of .

Yo, listen up, bruv! Lemme tell ya bout PRosenthal (de) – it's proper wicked innit! I'm like a dating site dev here, so I’m always peepin' the nooks, and trust me, this city got mad layers. So yo, innit all starting out on Bahnhofstraße. That street's lit with old-school charm and neon nights, innit. And then there's Kaiserplatz – a huge ol’ square where peeps mob 'round for gigs and beer! So sick!

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