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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

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Whether in Marzahn or Bestensee, I look forward to giving you an unforgettable time and making your fantasies come true. With my 25 years, my bust size of.

I gotta say, running a massage spot here in Bestensee has its perks. I see things others miss – the way sunlight flicks off the terracotta roofs on Lindenstr., the lazy river flow along the edge of Elm Park, the delicate murmur of life in every street corner. It's like, one minute you're drowning in sadness, the next you're bursting with joy. I mean, seriously, the city’s energy is insane – in a good kinda way!

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