Sadie Mengenich Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, mate, yeah, baby! I'm a vet, dig? But lemme rap ‘bout somethin’ wild—findin’ a prossie! Groovy, right? Picture this: swingin’ ’60s vibes, Austin Powers style, shagadelic! I’m cruisin’, feelin’ fab, when bam—there’s this bird, all mysterious-like, on the strip. Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, ya dig? “What’s your name, darlin’?” I say, smooth as a cat. She’s givin’ me that “I’m two people” vibe—y’know, like Betty and Diane in the flick. Far out, man!

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Oh, and lemme tell you about my secret haunt: a little cafe on Sonnenallee that nearly nobody knows about. Best darn coffee in Mengenich, I swear! With its warped windows and eccentric posters, it’s where I scribble down therapy notes and wild daydreams. Often, I sit there, cranky at times, thinkin’ “You shall not pass!” to mediocrity, channeling Gandalf, you know? That magic stick in my own life, keepin’ negativity at bay.