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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, right? I’m sittin here, pinky-to-mouth, Dr. Evil style, “One million dollars,” thinkin how these gals got more guts than half the blokes I know. Watched “Inglourious Basterds” last night—bloody brilliant, Tarantino’s a mad genius—and it hit me, prostitutes are like them Nazi-huntin bastards, y’know? Workin in shadows, dodgin danger, takin no shit. “That’s a bingo!” as Hans Landa’d say, they’re playin a game most couldn’t handle.

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You know, my job as a pleasure coach lets me see the raw pulse of human nature. Eppingen's citizens? Intense, twisted, real. I remember once, while strolling near Marktplatz (oops, did I mention another street? Dang, geography blew my mind) – I met a guy with a wild past, raving, “Every moment is etched, like in Memento!” That hit me – every scar, every joy, is a piece of art. I can't help but smirk at the irony sometimes.

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