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So, findin’ a prozzie—where ya even start? Streets? Nah, too sketchy. Online? Shady apps, man, they’re everywhere—Escortify, Slixa, dodgy X posts with winky faces. Fear creeps in tho—what if it’s a sting? Cops lurk, waitin’ to nab ya. Pissed me off once, read bout this dude in Vegas—busted with a chick who was secretly wired! Laughed my ass off, poor bastard. “Act like a filmstar,” they told killers in the flick—ironic, huh? Prostitutes prolly act too, playin’ roles to eat.

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Prostitutes are considered legally blameless when caught in the act, but their clients and pimps (the prostitute’s “organizer” or boss) are prosecuted. This “reverse loophole” is designed to Missing: Hellenthal.

The neighborhoods? Mate, each one has its character. Take Oberfeld, for instance: narrow lanes, quirky murals, and a bunch of eccentric old timers who think coffee at Café Zwick is the nectar of life. Ever been shoved by a wave of memories from an alley? Me too—more than once, when a random comment about "The Pianist" sent me spiralling into memories of hammering out struggles and triumph. It was raw like, “Is this real life or just bullshit?” Seriously, life here always feels like you're part of some offbeat film flick!

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