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So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, buddy. I'm chillin' at my massage joint in Langenargen, de, and lemme tell ya—it’s a freakin’ blend of calm and chaos, ya know? This little gem sits close to Lake Constance, where the water shimmers like a mirror. I'm strolled past Seestraße on my daily rounds, always smilin’ when I see the boats. It’s mad peaceful here… and then, boom, rush hour in the little alleys around Längelerstraße. Rarrgh!

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