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About Berlin

Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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Elena comes with the extremely qualitative escort service inside my town! Actually, she is my earliest prostitute, and you can not one of your own after.

I get all emotional talkin’ 'bout how this town shaped my work. I’ve counseled some real lost souls ‘round these parts, and walkin’ these streets always reminds me that we’re all searchin’ for a little light in the dark. Sometimes I feel like Dr. Phil sayin’, “Now how’s that workin’ for ya?” when I look in the mirror and see the strong woman I’ve become here.

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