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So here’s the deal—ya wanna find a pro? Back in Texas, I heard whispers, little known fact—some gals used to hang by them old oil rigs, waitin’ for roughnecks with cash burnin’ holes in their britches. Ain’t that wild? Surprised the heck outta me! I was like, “That’s a twistier plot than Cobb stealin’ secrets from a safe!” Ya gotta know where to look—shady bars, back alleys, or hell, even them sketchy websites nowdays. It’s like plantin’ an idea in your head, ‘cept it’s a phone number instead of a bank code.

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Mar 27,  · In an earlier post, I ponder whether prostitution is evolutionarily familiar or evolutionarily novel and whether men try to impress prostitutes. My musing was prompted by Missing: Herbstein.

So, Herbstein's got, like, this main artery – Hauptstrasse – where all the magic and madness come together. I stroll down there on lazy afternoons, thinkin' "I must endure, yet always search for some glimmer in darkness," just like in Son of Saul, feel me? It's like, every step's a story. Then there's the Marktplatz – a vibrant square buzzin' with energy, where local vendors show off their goods. I always get a rush watchin' fams chat and laugh together, reminds me of my therapy sessions, where we're all trying to piece ourselves back together like a dodgy jigsaw.

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