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So, where you at? Big city, prolly. Web’s got escorts now, fancy shit. X posts say it’s all “discreet”—yeah, right! Costs like 100 bucks an hour, cheap ones sketchier. I’d be pissed if they scammed me—hate that. “Whoa,” imagine the nerve! Once saw this gal, fishnets, smokin—thought, “She’s got stories.” *Holy Motors* line hits: “What makes me me?” She’s playin a role, like me in *Matrix*. Deep, huh?

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

Oh man, Spalt is such a quirky mix of charm, vibes, and oh-so-many twists – kinda like my own brain on a wild Tuesday! Listen up, babe – no capes, right? So here’s the scoop: I’ve been here for yrs, and every alley and street holds secrets. Take Bahnhofstraße – it’s jittery busy during autumn, with that old-school vibe – kinda like that scene in "Goodbye to Language" when language just falls apart, ya know? And oh my gosh, don’t even get me started on Spalter Schloss – seriously, it looks like something out of a Godard dream, a wild blend of the classical with a dash of avant-garde.

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