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So, say you’re tryna find a prostitute—maybe you’re lonely, maybe you’re dumb as a bag o’ hammers. You hit the streets, or hell, Craigslist if it’s still kickin’. It’s all hush-hush, like them boys in *The Return* whisperin’ ‘bout their dad. “What’s he done?” they say. Me, I’m thinkin’, “What YOU doin’, son?” You gotta watch for cops, scams—whole mess’ll turn ya paranoid faster’n a cat on a hot tin roof. How’s that workin’ for ya? Prolly shitty!

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I'm curious how people see this thing as. People involved in it are obviously going to have some reasons to be in favour of it.

I spun a few clients a couple months ago, and dude, they spilled secrets of Kups’ underground massage leagues. Whichever secret is out there, like, "We’re gonna blow up this comfort zone!" – oh man, so epic and a bit absurd, but true. Every corner of Kups sports that raw, raw vibe. I even lost my damn keys near Schulstraße one drippy night – nearly got a therapy session on the spot from a wise but snarky old man, whisperin’ “When you’re finished, you can kill me” like in the movie.

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