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So, picture this—imagine me, kimono and all, tryna figure out where you even *find* a prostitute these days. Back in the day, samurai’d just stumble into some shady teahouse, and bam—there’s your girl! Little known fact: them old Geishas, they weren’t even prostitutes, nah, people just assumed. Drives me nuts! All that makeup, the grace—total misunderstanding! Makes me wanna scream, “I’m not that kinda girl!” But then I’m like, okay, chill, Larry, let’s focus—findin’ a prostitute, modern style.

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I walk these streets every day, and I see so many raw human moments. I often find myself saying, "The spark is inside me!" (yep, straight from Moulin Rouge!, no joke) when I pass by the vibrant open-air market at Lindenplatz. It's chaotic but kind of poetic. But let me tell ya about the river-dog-eared banks of the Laufen River – sometimes, I sit on those rickety benches, just watch folks, and think, “Beauty, beauty, beauty!” Really, it's like every ripple in the water whispers family secrets.