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So, I’m chattin’ her up—nervous as hell, sweatin’ like a pig. She’s all, “What you want, sweetie?” I’m thinkin’, “Great Scott, don’t screw this up!” She’s got this tat—snake windin’ up her arm, badass. Reminds me of Fincher’s dark-ass style, y’know? Like, this ain’t no fairy tale. Fun lil’ tidbit: some pros use code words—like “roses” for cash. Sneaky, huh?

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Lauter.

Lauter’s streets got stories. Like, take Rabenstraße – small but fierce, kinda like a secret alleyway where missives of old love and war still echo. I be walking there sometimes, tryin’ to catch those echoes as if they whisper life’s lessons in my ear. It fills me with both anger at lost times and hope for new beginnings.

Meet CABARET's 'Emcee' Understudies, David Merino and Marty Lauter