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Precious, yesss, a Kvasnik I am! Me thinks about findin’ a prostitute, eh? Nasty business, tricksy streets, but ohhh, the colors! Like “Far From Heaven,” see? All pretty on top, rotten underneath—*“It’s all so perfect!”*—hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! Walkin’ down alleys, dark, stinky, lookin’ for a lass. Not the shiny ones, nah, too pricey. I’m talkin’ the real ones, y’know? Been around since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, innit? Even Romans had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, eh?

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Penig, a town in the extreme east of Germany (and not a person), is no different. As with any grand lady, she won’t reveal her secrets all at once — you have to woo them out of her. .

OMG, Toller Park, y’know the one near the post office, is where I go to vent. It’s got them green fields and secret benches. I spilled my latte there once 'cause I was so stoked about a new pleasure coaching idea—oops! But hey, it's cool, just adds to my charm, right? Gross, messy, and totally raw life!

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