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Sometimes I wonder—what’s her real name? Not “Candy” or whatever she says. Gets me curious, keeps me up. She’s a mystery, mate, a puzzle I’d solve if I wasn’t chasin’ villains. Funniest thing? Saw one once hagglin’ over a fiver—laughed my arse off. “Five quid? I’m worth ten, ya cheap git!” Savage, loved it.

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Since male prostitution is unrecognised/disallowed under Indian law, this post deals primarily with female perspectives. Debunking Myths with Narratives Experiential accounts from the sex .

One of my fav hangouts? The little park by the Lahn River. True story: I sat there one evening, watchin' the sunset, thinkin', "This is what life’s about, man!" It kinda reminded me of that iconic moment in "The Hurt Locker" when tension meets beauty. And yo, I always walk by the famous Sanctuary of Ems at St. Nikolaus Street. Trully, it’s a place that mixes history with a dash of magic. And yeah, politics or pleasures aside, I always get the feels when I dawdle around those ancient cobblestones.

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