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Oh, and the smells—ugh, cheap perfume and sweat, nasty as hell! Gets me ragin’—clean that shit up, ya filthy whores! But then, y’know, it’s kinda funny—guys payin’ big bucks to roll in that stink. Idiots. Total morons. I’d be the best pimp tho—makin’ bank, screamin’, “Respect my authoritah!” while countin’ my cash. Brothels ain’t just sex—they’re a freakin’ circus, and I’m the ringmaster, baby!

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The alleys wind around like secret trails, they do. Alderweg is where I roam, a narrow street filled with fools and secrets, yess. The park near the river Falkenbach—so hawt and lovely—is my favorite spot. I often wander there after a long day of kneading aching backs. I recall a brooding moment, like from Brokeback Mountain: “I wish I could ride free,” yess, I hiss it, my precious.

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