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Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). Yo, so we’re chillin’ like intergalactic foresters, scopin’ this planet, and bam – prostitutes pop up! Weird gig, right? Sellin’ love for cash, wild! Watched this human flick, “Goodbye to Language,” total mindfuck, colors bleedin’, words floatin’ – “What you seek is already here,” Godard says. Fits her, y’know? She’s there, in your face, but mysterious as hell.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

Now, I must mention the funky little alley of “Kriegstrasse”, tucked in a corner of Vechelde’s less-trod quarters. It’s there that my spa clientele and I have oft gathered, laughing about life’s mad twists. Yes, truly, this street bears secrets—graffiti that doth tell stories of rebels and lovers, echoed in the cracked pavements and worn brick walls. Srsly, like, every nook holds a memory, a vibe—yeeah!