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Sometimes I wonder, tho – what’s it like? *Her* got me thinkin’ – Theodore’s all, “You’re part of me,” to his AI babe. Prostitutes prolly hear sweet talk too, but it’s fake, right? Makes me sad, dude. They’re sellin’ a vibe, not love. Oh, oh! Fun fact – in old France, they wore wigs to hide syphilis baldness! Nasty, but sneaky! Bet they’d laugh at my starfish head, tho – no hair probs here!

Profis am Werk

Strassenstrich, Parkplatzsex und Bordsteinschwalben in Karlsruhe.

I was walkin’ near Ettlinger Tor, and I swear, it scratched my soul. The cafes! The mix of deep history... and quirky street art. It’s a blend you don't see everywhere. I mean, really, there's somethin’ magical on every corner. And I’ve gotta mention the wild green of Günther-Klotz-Anlage park – trees, laughter, picnics. I used to chill there after sessions with my pleasure coaching clients. Yeah, they’d spill secrets; I'd listen—so much raw emotion. Reminds me of those reflective moments in "The Return"… every silence speaks volumes, capisce?

EnBW plans hydrogen-capable gas plant in Karlsruhe