Emily Bad Berleburg Find A Prostitute ❤️

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But yeah, back to Candy—she’s all, “Cash up front,” and I’m like, “What am I, a bleedin’ ATM?” Nearly lost it there—angry as a wasp in a jar! Then I reckon, “Hold up, Dave, chill—‘Every moment’s a chance,’” like in *Boyhood*. So I back off, yeah? No point ruinin’ me day over it. Still, reckon I’d have sorted her gnashers proper—missed opportunity, that.

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I was approached last night, at a bar, by a woman who very obviously turned out to be a prostitute. I hired her, there was no “pimp”, she was in control, actually, the whole time. Missing: Bad Berleburg.

Hey, so lemme tell ya ‘bout Bad-Berleburg – this place is nuts, man! Look, I’ve been livin’ here for years, and oh boy... here’s Johnny! So, the town’s got this old-school charm with twisty lanes like Burgstraße and quirky spots like Köppenstraße – all that jazz, ya know? I’m a women’s counselor, so I peep into all the little vibes that others miss – trust me, it’s like readin’ souls or somethin’!

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