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About Munich

So, escorts—man, what a gig! You’re chattin’ up some rich dude, or maybe a lonely gal, smilin’ pretty, actin’ all sweet. How’s that workin’ for ya? Cash rolls in, sure, but I reckon it’s a head trip too. I saw this X post once—some escort braggin’ ‘bout makin’ 5K in a night. Five freakin’ K! Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ ‘bout that hustle. But then—bam!—I got mad, ‘cause half these folks judge ‘em hard. Like, “Oh, that’s dirty!” Hypocrites, y’all! Everyone’s sellin’ somethin’, right? Your 9-to-5 ain’t so pure neither.

Some days, I get so mad with traffic noise right near the spa, but then I sip herbal tea and think of old movie lines like, “the jungle is silent…” Then bam! Smooth as silk, peace prevails. Odd how a spa can let you see silly stuff, huh?