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Hmmm, a nose I am, sniffin’ out truths! Prostitutes, man, they’re like - galaxy’s oldest gig. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… saw this chick once, workin’ the corner, all grit. Reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*, y’know? “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d hum, prob’ly - life’s a damn loop. Got me thinkin’, whores got stories, dark ones. Like, did ya know - ancient Rome, they wore wigs? Blond ones, screamin’ “I’m for sale!” Wild, right?

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As dusk sets over Berlin, scores of scantily clothed women and girls pour out on the Kurfurstenstrasse and nearby streets – the German capital’s most notorious sex trade .

And then, the sky decides to open up. Rain, like, pouring down. I’m soaked, the crew’s soaked, and the cat? Just sits there, looking all smug. I’m yelling, “Get inside, you fools!” But they’re laughing, having a blast. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “This is Rumia for ya.”

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