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Avast ye, mateys! Gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been ponderin’ ‘bout them brothels—like a financial analyst, aye! Picture this, ye scurvy dogs: brothel’s a goldmine, a bloody treasure chest! Coins clinkin’ like rum bottles on deck. “Zero Dark Thirty” flick’s me fave—huntin’ bin Laden, all sneaky-like, savvy? Brothels got that same vibe—secret deals, shadowy corners.

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Rafaela is a sex worker here in the Kurfürstenstraße, Berlin's biggest red light district. “My dream man is out there somewhere,” she confides.

In yonder park near Kantstraße, many a family gather, children laughing as leaves dance like troubled dreams. Lo, I recall how, as a family psychologist, I oft mused over the silent stories hidden beneath each face. Aye, one day near Fasanenstraße, I beheld a tender reunion beneath ancient chestnut trees. "All is lost?" quoth I—nay, all is transformed, as in that melancholic hymn of life from Melancholia. "I was the teller of a tale," I whispered, echoing its fabled strains.

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