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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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One of my absolute fav spots? The quirky back alleys on Nachtwindweg. Perfect for those secret rendezvous (hey, a sexologist’s gotta have secret nooks, right?); it’s like the city’s little wink at your innermost desires. I’ve seen couples exchange the cheekiest laughs there – and oh, did it remind me of that tender, explosive mix of passion and pain in Brokeback Mountain.

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