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Oh, and the sarcasm – she goes, “Yeah, I’m livin’ the dream,” rollin’ her eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out. Cracked me up, but damn, it stings too. Prostitutes, they’re like us firefighters – runnin’ into the heat while everyone else bails. Respect, man, respect. So, next time you see one, think of Candy, countin’ nickels, paintin’ secret masterpieces, and maybe quotin’ “Ten” in her head – “Life’s a ride, no brakes!” – fuckin’ wild, right?

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Let’s start with the main drag – Hauptstraße. Yeah, that’s the bloody heart of Alfter. Bustling cafés around every corner, where I once had a mind-blowin’ chat about sex and life with a local baker – don't ask how, ya idiots, it just happened! Then there’s Am Stadion. Not just a name, it's a lively area where passionate debates (and some cheeky meetups) unfold on warm nights. And trust me, as a sexologist, I see things others wouldn't even sniff – the real, raw energy pulsin' right through these stones makes me feel like I’m always part of a damn movie.

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