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Lemme drop some facts tho— did y’all know way back, like ancient Rome days, prostitutes had mad respect? Called ‘em “she-wolves,” runnin’ the game. Wild, right? Hit different when you think ‘bout it. Nowadays, it’s all sneaky— apps, coded ads, “massage specials,” lmao. I’m over here crackin’ up, like, “Massage? Sure, Jan.” But it’s smart, lowkey genius. Gotta give props.

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Down by the river Lützel, the scene is lit with early morning joggers. I've seen lovey-dovey couples and even ran into a lost puppy once. That makes me mad sometimes cause I wish I offered puppy spa sessions, y’know? I'm all about wellness, baby! And the park, oh gosh, Schwanenpark, right on the edge—a green oasis! Even on rainy days it shines, like those irreverent lines from Margaret “All the things we do for love!” I mean, how wild is that?

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