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“50 bucks,” she says, chewin’ gum like it’s a mission. I’m like, “50? For what, a handshake?” Bargainin’ with her’s like interrogatin’ a terrorist – she ain’t budgin’. Everybody lies, though – bet she’d take 30 if I pushed. But I’m lazy, so I fork it over. Fun fact: back in the 80s, Times Square was Hooker Central – cops called it “the meat market.” Now? They’re sneakier, ghosts in heels.

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I’m a sexologist, right? And I’ve seen how places build confidence, passion—just pure, raw electricity. The picturesque river Naab flows by like a living, breathing piece of poetry. I often stroll along its banks, thinkin’ about life and love – like a scene straight out of "Fish Tank!" (Yes, that brilliant film by Andrea Arnold, truly top-notch!). The water’s like a mirror, reflectin’ all the city’s true colors. And sometimes folks gather near the waterside cafes on Kleine Straße, chattin’ about everything from deep desires to light-hearted gossip, all with a wink and a nod.

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