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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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I get mad sometimes. Like when some wanker claims Alfter is dull. Fuck off, you donut – Alfter pulsates with life, excitement, and even a bit of wild, uncensored sexuality. It's a mosaic of broken dreams and hopeful truth. Every cobblestone on the Marktgasse reeks of history, every crack in the pavement whispers secrets to anyone brave enough to listen!

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