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So, here’s the scoop—prostitutes ain’t just about the naughty, baby! It’s deep, messy, real. Candy told me this wild tale—some punter paid her in fake quid once! She was fumin’, chased him down in her heels, screamin’ like a banshee. Laughed my arse off hearin’ that, but damn, she was tough. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the day, some prossies kept razor blades tucked in their garters—self-defense, groovy but grim. Surprised me, that did—thought it was all peace and love, not stabby vibes.

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nuff about that – get this, ever wandering near Kaiserstraße, i stumbled upon a quirky little café, brew-brew heaven. i used to grumble ‘bout coding bugs all night, and that café? total lifesaver. I’ll prob always remember that day when i was screwed on a date bug and had my mind blown by a cappuccino. “Look at this, it’s impossible!” i was thinking, but dang, it turned my mood around.

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