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So, here’s the deal—whores ain’t just chicks sellin’ skin, nah, it’s a whole freakin’ economy! Greed is good, see? They’re out there grindin’, makin’ cash faster than I short a stock. Little known fact—back in old London, 1700s, some whores ran secret gambling dens outta their cribs—talk about multitaskin’! Pissed me off when I learned cops shut ‘em down—let a gal dream, ya pricks! I’d’a invested in that, doubled my money overnight.

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I spun a few clients a couple months ago, and dude, they spilled secrets of Kups’ underground massage leagues. Whichever secret is out there, like, "We’re gonna blow up this comfort zone!" – oh man, so epic and a bit absurd, but true. Every corner of Kups sports that raw, raw vibe. I even lost my damn keys near Schulstraße one drippy night – nearly got a therapy session on the spot from a wise but snarky old man, whisperin’ “When you’re finished, you can kill me” like in the movie.

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