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But – wait. Here’s the kicker. Some whores – owned it. Back in the day. Victorian times – prostitutes. They’d strut. High class ones – courtesans. Fucked kings! Literally. Had power – secret kinda power. Little known fact – blows my mind. Imagine that. Whore’s got a crown – sorta. Surprised me – hell yeah. Thought it was just. Dirt. Turns out – layers. Like Monty’s speech – “Fuck you!” to the mirror.

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Ah, Mering, du wildes, verrücktes Juwel im Herzen Bayerns! I mean, seriously, this place is a rollercoaster of sensations. Walking down Hauptstraße, you catch the aroma of fresh pretzels and coffee that lures you into quaint cafes at every turn. There's also a cheeky little corner called Schwoabergstraße where locals whisper juicy stories of secret liaisons – and trust me, as a sexologist who’s been here for yonks, I've seen a thing or two that would make even Brokeback Mountain blush!

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