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Hate the stigma, though—folks judgin’. Like, who cares? She’s workin’, I’m payin’, end of story. Funniest part? She smelled like cheap perfume and tuna—dock life, baby. Cracked me up, thinkin’, “This is my Brokeback moment.” No mountains, just fish guts and a quickie. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it,” I mutter, half-jokin’, half-serious. She rolls her eyes—fair.

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Running a brothel is a tough business. It's even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away.

You know what really gets my goat? How people from outside come in with their fancy ideas about Leer being a sleepy town. It's not! This city's got spirit, a twisted charm that hits you hard. Sure, sometimes it makes me mad, like when tourists oversimplify everything, but it also fills me with pride – proud that my spa is nestled among these rebellious streets. I mean, if you’re gonna visit, check out the quirky little coffee joint near “Zum Alten Rathaus” – it's the best damn fuel before a session of deep relaxation, and it's as underrated as a good monologue from that movie, every word a gut punch of truth!

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