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Oi mate, buckle up, yeah? Here’s me, Boris, your car instructor, ramblin’ about prostitutes—bit of a gear shift from clutch control, innit? So, picture this: I’m watchin’ *The Headless Woman*—bloody brilliant, Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my fave—dark, moody, all that Latin vibe, *mea culpa*, makes me think deep. There’s this bird, right, a prossie, workin’ the streets near me old garage. Not your typical tart—classy, like, with a stare that’d stop a lorry. Reminds me of that line, “I hit something,” from the flick—mysterious, yeah? She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers like she’s in a bleedin’ chase scene.

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Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Frischgewaagd (za). Yo, it's wild how this place sticks to ya, ya know? So, here’s the lowdown: I live near Bäckergasse – seriously, that street is like a love letter to the old town, but with a twist of sex-positive thunder. I'm a sexologist, so trust me, every cobblestone here has a story. There's this tiny alley, Kussweg, where locals whisper love tales at night, like a sideways nudity of feelings, kinda like "Syndromes and a Century" vibes. “Mysterious, sensual... unstable,” right? Lol.

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