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About Hamburg

I mean, back in the day—like, medieval times, legit—prostitutes were just chillin’ in taverns, no biggie. You’d roll up, drop some coins, and bam, done deal. Now? It’s all sketchy corners and shady apps—ugh, exhausting. Makes me wanna scream, “This is not a tomato!” like Remy’s picky ass in the movie. I’m pissed, y’all—why’s it so complicated? Forests ain’t got brothels, and I’m over it.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

Actually, contrary to a lot of info you will find on here, they DO NOT ALWAYS come back. Sure, they might covertly look you up.

See, there’s this park, oh boy, "Rissener Bucht Park" or somethin’, where I once nearly tripped over me own feet. I mean, really, its trees dance in the wind—like "Stories We Tell" when life unspools its juicy secrets, ya know? "The truth is hidden; it's a tale untold!" I mumble that like a mantra.

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