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Now, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, right? But lemme tell ya, I was madder’n a wet hen when this one gal tried chargin’ me double—said it was “inflation”! Honey, I ain’t no fool! Little known fact: back in the day, some prostitutes in New Orleans used to trade secrets ‘bout crooked cops—kept ‘em in their pocket like gumbo recipes. Wild, huh? Made me happy knowin’ they had some grit, some fight. Surprised me too—thought it’d be all sleaze, but there’s history there!

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Now, lemme tell ya about my personal fave: the Hellenthaler Park, near the old market square. Yeah, that one next to the ancient town hall. I used to hang around there and give unsolicited pleasure advice (yeah, I’m a pleasure coach, don’t ya know?), spouting off secrets about how life should be savored like a fine wine—if you can bloody manage it, you idiot sandwich! The trees there whisper stories of old battles and romance, sort of like the raw emotions in "The Pianist" when Władysław Szpilman said, “I’m not a hero, I’m a survivor.” Raw, right?!

Dr Leo Speidel and Dr Garrett Hellenthal - Joint Paper | UCL Division of Biosciences - UCL