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Angry, it makes me—pimps, ugh, slimy bastards! Beatin’ girls, takin’ their creds—makes me wanna zap ‘em! Happy though, Lola was—free spirit, she. "I’m my own boss," she’d laugh—sassy! Surprised me, her smarts—knew tax loopholes, ha! "Money’s money," she’d wink—street Yoda, almost.

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Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

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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