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But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Yes, if you’re an adult and if you’re permitted to work in Germany. You can find out more at: General employment law. The Prostitution Law (‘Prostitutionsgesetz’ or ProstG) has been in Missing: Pfungstadt.

Every block gets personality – like at Kölner Straße, there's this dum town feel writ small, but hey – it’s lively. People hang out at tiny bistros, shout nonsense over beer, and I swear, the bartenders crack jokes like mad. I mean, "Here's Johnny!" echoes every joke, every heartfelt admission.

Gisela Bailey Obituary June 4, 2011