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What gets me vexed? The prices, fam! Some chargin’ £200 for a quickie—daylight robbery! I’m like, “Is it ‘cos I is black?”—nah, it’s ‘cos they think we’re all mugs. But when it’s good, oh man, I’m buzzin’—like, proper happy. Dis one time, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout her cat, mid-bonk, and I’m creasin’. Random as fuck, but made her real, ya know?

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I went to a brothel, chose a hot german blonde with a slim body, and big boobs. I paid 40 euros for 20 minutes with her. Paid an extra 10 euros for a blowjob.

So first up, wander down Lindenstrasse. It's not fancy like Königsallee—nah, it's real and gritty. You see tiny cafes with quirky art on the walls where locals swear by their gebrühten coffee. I once gave a mermaid of a massage right outside a shady bistro. Crazy, huh? Her smile lit up the block. Who would've known nodding off mid-treatment would spark a convo 'bout life's unreliable twists—the "Stories We Tell" vibes, ya feel?