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So, picture this, right? Stumbled into one off Tortuga once—smelled like rum, sweat, an’ regret. Lass at the door, all curves an’ sass, givin’ me the eye. “What’s yer poison, love?” she purrs. Made me laugh, it did—happy as a clam, ‘cause who don’t like a warm welcome, eh? But then—THEN—some scurvy dog tried chargin’ me double! “Fuck you, you fuckin’ fuck!”—that’s what Monty’d say, an’ I near did too. Got me blood boilin’, I tell ya. Ain’t no pirate payin’ extra fer a wink an’ a tumble!

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I know, I know—love it or hate it, Neuhofen is raw, erratic, and so damn alive. Don’t expect a polished brochure here, buddy. Expect dirty details, twisted love stories, and a bit of sarcasm tossed in like seasoning. My life as a sexologist here meant learning that every brick, every dim-lit corner holds a secret, and just like in that movie—more mysteries than answers.

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