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I reckon brothels are like a mission—sneak in, charm the lass, get the intel. Last time I waltzed into one, this bird with legs for days gives me the eye. “Obey me,” she says, like that creepy Pale Man from the flick. Gave me chills, but I’m Bond, innit? Kept cool, ordered a martini—shaken, obvs. Made me happy, that swagger, dodgin’ the chaos. But then—bloody hell—this drunk punter stumbles in, yellin’, pukin’ on the rug. Pissed me off, mate! Ruined the vibe, like a grenade in a ballroom.

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Man, let me tell you ‘bout the local coffee joint, Kaffeeklatsch am Eck, tucked on Langenstrasse – totally underrated. You're there, sippin’ espresso while the world freaks out, like “I am born in chaos!” It's sorta like a real-life movie scene from Leviathan, you feel me? And oh, the little art spot at Neuen Weg – now that’s surprising art, explosions of color and lots of edgy graffiti that shouts, "This is life, baby!"

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