Claire Contwig Prostitute ❤️

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Ain’t judgin’, nah, society’s fake as hell. “I’m so lonesome,” Llewyn vibes—prostitutes feel that, trapped, yo. Fun fact: Oldest gig ever—Babylon, 2400 BC, temple girls, sacred and paid! Blew my mind, history’s freaky. Pisses me off tho—people point fingers, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man, all of ‘em. Candy once said, “Kanye, I’m my own boss,”—damn, that’s power, flipped the script!

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Now, here's the scoop. Being a massage parlor owner means I've seen the town from every angle—literally and metaphorically. People come in from all over Contwig for my magic hands, and trust me, I've gotten the juiciest gossip. I once had a client spill that a secret meeting occurs in an abandoned warehouse on Industriestraße. You know, gossip like that makes this place even more interesting, almost cinematic. And I always laugh thinking, "What do you want from me?" when someone airs out their drama.

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