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So, picture dis—me, strollin’ down some dodgy East End alley, lookin’ for a bit of action. “Man is a fuckin’ animal, huh?”—like Freddie says in da movie, all primal and dat. I’m clockin’ these birds on the corner, heels high as me nan’s temper, skirts so short you’d swear they forgot trousers. Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, fam, it’s ‘cos I got dat itch, ya feel? Been a minute since I had a proper rumble, and I ain’t talkin’ fisticuffs.

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Prostitutes were supposed to be foreign women, and brothels were forbidden to employ local girls—though many women from the town certainly worked as free.

I love the vibe of the Cafe Schräg on Zappelgasse. That joint is a hidden gem! Its coffee? LIT! Its vibe? Electric... slightly fractal in ways I can't put into words. Ppl say it’s a secret meeting spot for lost souls. I once spilled my latte there... oops, totally my fault!

Closing arguments delivered in Thomas Rath Murder trial