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There are about prostitutes working in Wiesbaden. Most of them work at the private apartments. Then others escorts work at the Brothels and Erotic massage.

Rivers? Yeah, there's a small stream running past the outskirts called Kleinbach. Its murmur is oddly soothing, echoing like a whispered secret through the underpass of urban hustle. I remember early mornings there. I’d just grab a dark coffee and let the sound of trickling water work its magic – just like piecing together fragments of a memory, hinting at deeper truths. Tonight’s the night – for memories and misfits.

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