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About Berlin

I see this chick, right, all dolled up, leanin on a lamppost. “What is this?” I mutter, like in the movie, starin at her like she’s the damn horse. I roll up, all swagger, “Hey sister, whatcha got for the Hulkster?” She smirks, says, “50 bucks, big man.” Fifty?! Brother, I nearly suplexed her right there—outrageous! Inflation’s hittin the streets too, pissed me off big time.

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

I need some help dealing with an "erotic massage" operation in our apartment. For the most part the operation is very discrete.

Let me tell you, I get mad sometimes. Yep, the bureaucrats at Rathausweg can be insufferable—tiny little things driving me nuts in dangerous, yet picturesque, languid afternoons. But then, in the little hidden alley off Dorfstraße, you find magical murals spilled on brick walls, telling stories not seen in any guidebook. That spot? Pure gold. I caught tears in my eyes remembering a client share wild dreams of freedom—pure, pizza-sauce messy brilliance!

Marie Claire Germany