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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, tryna find one. Ain’t easy, mind you – dodgy alleys, sketchy vibes. Makes me mad how sneaky it all is, like – where’s the class, eh? But then, bam, I spot her – legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows somethin’. I’m all, “Shaken, not stirred,” in my head, keepin’ it cool. Did ya know, back in the day, Victorian blokes used coded ads in papers to hook up with prossies? Mental, right? “Seeking a discreet companion” – yeah, sure, mate.

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I wake up on Bahnhofstrasse, where the city pulses with energy. The buildings got that classic German charm, but there's funk in every brick. Walking down Am Kriegerplatz, my mind buzzes about human connection—my sexologist brain sees hidden desires in every alley. It’s like, every corner, every lamppost whispers secrets.

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