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Finding a prossie ain’t rocket science. You got your street corners—classic, cheap, risky as hell. STDs? Oh, they’re like party favors down there. Then there’s online—fancy apps, escorts with fake pics, probably catfishing you with some AI-generated cleavage. Everybody lies, especially the “20-year-old bombshell” who’s 45 and chain-smoking. I’d limp past ‘em all, smirking—‘cause I see the cracks nobody else does. Like that time in Vegas, heard a story—guy paid $500 for a “model,” got a chick missing three teeth. Surprise! Life’s a lottery, and you’re the sucker.

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Ah, Mering, du wildes, verrücktes Juwel im Herzen Bayerns! I mean, seriously, this place is a rollercoaster of sensations. Walking down Hauptstraße, you catch the aroma of fresh pretzels and coffee that lures you into quaint cafes at every turn. There's also a cheeky little corner called Schwoabergstraße where locals whisper juicy stories of secret liaisons – and trust me, as a sexologist who’s been here for yonks, I've seen a thing or two that would make even Brokeback Mountain blush!

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