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I’m imaginin’ it: me, analyzin’ X posts, tryna find a lead. “Oi, mate, got a girl?” I’d ping some sketchy account. Probs get ghosted—or scammed. Makes me mad, yo! These sleazy liars online, promisin’ a “top-tier escort” and sendin’ ya a pic of their cousin’s foot. Ugh, hate that. But then—bam!—I’d spot her. Red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Keeley’s alive!” I’d yell, like Julianne Moore’s ghost just cheered me on. Heart racin’, I’m stoked—she’s real, not some AI catfish.

How Could You Spot A Prostitute In The 19th Century?

I told him he might as well just hire a prostitute so his money doesn't go to waste. I technicallyyy meant it as a joke but I guess it's not funny.

Neighborhoods like Langenfeld stand out too – quiet, almost secret-like. Kids play, elders laugh, and oh, the aroma of freshly baked pretzels from the corner bakery fills the air. I get so emotional here, thinking, “I think I am large, I think I am small,” like that quirky line in the film. Drama and heart all mixed up!

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