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Favorite bit? The hagglin’. “Ten bucks,” she says. “Ten? For a god?” I scoff, all dramatic. We settle, and I’m thinkin’, “I coulda conjured gold, but where’s the fun?” Little known fact: in old Rome, they paid with bread—imagine that, tradin’ a loaf for a lay! Cracked me up, picturin’ some toga’d git barterin’. Anyway, it’s messy, it’s raw, and I’m here for it—glorious purpose, right? To stir the pot, see what bubbles up. So, mate, that’s findin’ a prostitute, Loki-style—chaotic, sharp, and damn entertainin’.

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i heard my younger sister was raped and called a prostitute by people of the kampilya, our own kingdom. my youngest sister killed herself in.

I also found a hidden cafe on Mühlenplatz. Its ambience? Super chill with good coffee & a pinch of spicy chocolate – my go-to after long talks with lovelorn hearts. There’s somethin’ magical about sharing spicy anecdotes with strangers-turned-friends! And yep, you heard right – the town has its charms that make you mad sometimes, but mostly happy.

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