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So I stroll up, wood dust still on my boots, feelin’ cocky. This one gal, she’s got legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a sucker. “What’s your deal, big guy?” she asks. I’m thinkin’, *Don’t pee on my leg, lady*—I ain’t here for games. “Just need a night,” I say, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head—“I’d forgotten what this feels like.” She laughs, says, “Fifty bucks, carpenter boy.” Fifty?! I’m shocked—prices went up! Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, damn!

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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: Mitte.

Ayy, lemme tell ya somethin’ 'bout Garbsen-Mitte, alright? So, picture this: a little slice of Germany with heart, streets like Osterholzstraße where I used to walk and think 'bout life – and, ya know, get a bit steamy in my head as a sexologist. I mean, who else sees the romance of it all besides me, right? Gabagool? Ova here!