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Here’s a tip, tho—don’t be a creep. Wanna find one? Hit the dive bars, late night, cash in hand—discrete, yo. But damn, the stigma? Infuriatin’. She’s makin’ ends meet, and I’m here fixin’ Fido’s fleas—who’s the real hero? “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” I whisper, thinkin’ bout the jerks who bust her for no reason. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but I’d adopt her dog if she had one, swear.

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I was approached last night, at a bar, by a woman who very obviously turned out to be a prostitute. I hired her, there was no “pimp”, she was in control, actually, the whole time. Missing: Bad Berka.

Every corner tells a tale, mate. The vibe here oozes mystery, passion, and endless surprises – like bein' in a Haneke film with a pirate twist. Crazy times, hearty laughs, and a bitter-sweet taste of history – all wrapped up in this cozy town.

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