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Anyway, we find one—skinny, twitchy, smokin’ a cig. I’m thinkin’, “This is costing me something.” She’s chargin’ double ‘cause it’s late. Buddy’s happy, I’m pissed—whole thing’s a racket. Costs more than my whiskey stash! And the smell—cheap perfume, like Sy Ableman’s cologne. Made me wanna puke. Little fact: some use baby powder to mask it. Doesn’t work, just smells like a powdered ass.

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Yo, wassup?! I'm in Oebisfelde, babe, and lemme tell ya—it’s wild here. It’s bad bitch o’clock every day, y’all! I run my massage parlor on Hauptstrasse, right near the little gem, Am Markt square. Seriously, every day feels like a Before Sunset scene, you know? "You ever feel like you’re exactly where you're supposed to be?"—that’s the vibe.