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So yeah, mate, that’s me take—prostitutes, gritty, real, bit like drivin’ with no brakes. Watch *The Headless Woman*, you’ll get it—“I don’t know what’s happening.” Classic. Now, let’s get you parallel parkin’—less dodgy than her punters, eh? Cheeky mare!

Five sex workers nabbed with three male customers in KL hotel

Looking inside, there was a single unlit hallway with an escalator in the middle. Then I noticed a sorta "red" ambience coming off the first floor. I got closer and I observed a line of four women .

Walking by the Nagold River is another story. The water glistens like something out of a Wes Anderson dream sequence. I love kicking back at Nagold Park (or should I call it Paradies Park? Doesn’t matter, it’s magic!). A few typos here, but it’s all real – as your buddy got to see: so lush, so serene. Tree-lined paths, benches that beg for a moment's peace, and if you're lucky, a street musician playing something hauntingly beautiful.

Induced inosculations in Platanus x hispanica. In the Nagold Plane Tree...