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But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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I always get super hyped when my clients talk about runnin’ errands on Browser Strasse (yeah, it's real, I swear!) cause that's like right in the heart of the city where buzz goes on 24/7. I got a story – err, one time I went there, it was so bustling, my massage table nearly danced off by itself! LOL, that day, I was like, “Whoa, so much life, so many feels!”

The remarkable rise of Heidenheim from village club to Europe