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So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Dillingen.

Dillingen’s got these filthy cool spots. The park by Donau is a chill hangout. I remember one time, I was giving back massages to a regular and we ended up watchin’ the sun dip behind the "Geschwister-Scholl-Platz" trees. Feels like every leaf’s a story, like in "Stories We Tell"—and damn, it’s true, man! That film's lines hit ya: “All stories have a beginning,” sayin’ some deep ass truth.

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