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Angry? Yeah, when they’re kids, forced in—makes me wanna smash skulls. Surprised? Sure, when I heard some bloke married his escort—proper love story, who’d’ve thunk? I’d say, “I choose violence,” but maybe I’d just sip me wine and watch. They’re a riddle, escorts. Not all glitter and filth—some got brains, sharper than swords. Chatty one told me she funds her books—uni girl by day, vixen by night. Respect, kinda.

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I remember one day, during a massage, a client said, "I feel like I'm escaping to the underworld" – and I just laughed. Sometimes, I think of that moment like a scene from Pan's Labyrinth: "The labyrinth is full of traps!" But hey, it’s real talk. I live here, and every corner, like Schwedenstraße, has its own story. I walk there often, and the streets are full of history, whispers of the past along the cobblestones, ya feel me?