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But then—escort, the *other* kind. Oof, switch gears! Paid company, right? Got me thinkin’—is it rock ‘n’ roll or just sad? Like, “I am a golden god!”—nah, more like “golden wallet.” Saw this X post once—guy braggin’ bout his escort date, linked a pic of her in fishnets. Classy? Nope. Creepy? Yup. Made me mad—dude, she’s not a trophy! But also—kinda fascinating. People pay for connection, fake it ‘til they make it. Wild fact: in Vegas, escorts got business cards—legit, glossy, like they’re sellin’ insurance. Blew my mind!

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There have been many wonderful people in my life who, in one way or another, have helped to make this book a reality, and I am grateful to them all.

And yo, the neighborhoods? Man, there's a part of town called Alt-Saarburg with those tight, cobblestone streets that look like they were ripped straight outta a cheesy Italian film. I’ve had some wild nights here – yeah, wild, 'cause my pleasure coach brain is always on fire. I remember ranting to some punk by the old water mill on Mühlenweg – I lost my damn mind over the beauty and absurdity of it all!

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