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Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

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Yo, buddy! Listen up, I'm in Stade (de) – and holy crap, it's nuts! So I’ve been here, living the wild life, swiping left and right in this cozy maze, for years now. Stade is kinda like that old friend who’s all weird and wonderful. Picture a city that’s a mash-up of history, rivers, and crampy streets. Bruh, it’s like “The Tree of Life” – all cosmic wonders mixed with everyday magic. "The inexplicable mystery is in its being." Whoo, right?

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