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We chat, she’s talkin’ rates—50 bucks, quick gig. Little known fact, man—some girls got codenames! Hers was “Raven,” like some spy shit. Cool, right? Made me happy, ‘cause I dig mystery. But then, she’s all, “No kissing, just biz.” What?! Mr. T don’t like cold vibes—made me mad as hell! “You’re breakin’ the rules!” I yell, echoin’ Monty’s crew. She shrugs, “Take it or leave it.”

Hauptnavigation

Now, picture this: the heart of Lauchringen beats along Hauptstraße – yep, that busy street where locals hang out, chat, and sometimes fight over the best sausage at the butcher’s. I recall one sunny mornin’ when a grouchy old fella nearly threw his boa (yep, his boa, like something out of a Wes Anderson flick) at a stray cat – a moment as ridiculous as one of those quirky Tenenbaum scenes: “I love you, but you’re dead!” But we laugh, right? Because life’s too short.

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