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About Berlin

But then—fuck!—some whores piss me off. This one, last week, tries shortin’ me on a deal. I’m like, “What’s this shit? You think I’m a mook?” Reminds me of that diner scene—Tom’s all, “I’m gonna cut you open!” I didn’t cut her, nah, but I was hot. Fuckin’ disrespect, y’know? Whores gotta know their place sometimes.

Alternative usages and culture

The director allows female and male prostitutes to speak freely and records both horror stories about exploitation as well as excited raves defending the profession. The result is an .

Err, oh, I gotta say, the local market on Bismarckstraße? Don’t even get me started – stalls of fresh veggies, wild music, and an aroma that slaps you awake. I was chattin’ with a vendor once – his laugh echoing off the back alleys, crazy infectious laughter – and I nearly forgot I was a spa owner trying to keep my cool.

Exploring the Rugged Gorges and Secret Slots of the Grand Canyon