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So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

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man, my job has its own magic here. while giving massages to stressed souls, i pick up secrets and smiles that i share with my little crew. there’s that one client who swears the breeze in Wegscheid sings like “if you can feel the love tonight, then keep your mates close” – i mean, come on, even with all the chaos, the city’s vibe calms ya down. sometimes i get so mad – like, when the neighbor in Marktstraße blasts loud music and ruins the peaceful aura i so cherish. i can be all “ugh, really?!” but then a kind smile and good laugh from a client makes it all worth it.

Harlan Wegscheid Obituary – 11/18/2020