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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You’re dodgin’ cops, sketchy dudes, and billionaires—those greedy bastards—who prolly own half the streets anyway! Billionaires should not exist! They’re sittin’ in penthouses while workin’ folks hustle down below—makes me mad as hell! I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley—thinkin’, “This is where the 1% don’t dare tread!”—and there’s this gal, tough as nails, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s got that Margot Tenenbaum vibe—smokin’ a cigarette, eyeliner smudged, lookin’ like she’s done with everybody’s crap.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Then there's the old city center. Man, the castle ruins – Sinziger Burg – stand tall on the hill. Every corner echoes history. I remember one night, I was chillin’ by the ruins, thinkin’ about life’s messy beauty. The nocturnal glow of the castle lit up the lanes like a scene from a movie. Sometimes I catch myself whisperin’, "I am the daughter of a world that crumbles," and damn, those words hit deep.

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