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So, I roll down the window—curious, slow, Larry style. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” She smirks, leans in, says, “What you lookin’ for, pops?” Pops! Me! I’m laughin’—she’s got sass. I’m not buyin’, just talkin’, diggin’ for the scoop. She tells me—$50 for a quickie, $100 for more. Cash up front, no cards. I’m like, “What, no Venmo?” She rolls her eyes—guess I’m old-school. But here’s a tidbit—did ya know some of these gals use burner phones? Like drug dealers! Keeps it secret, safe. Blew my mind—high-tech hookin’!

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One minute, you’re laughing at a misplaced graffiti tagged on a wall near Rebstockstraße, and the next, you’re seething over an overzealous parking cop who reminded me that even Eschborn’s charm has its dark side. Don’t get me started on bureaucracy. It drives me to say, “I choose violence!” And yup, I blew up internally more than once, but hey—life’s little quirks, right?

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