Lydia Rochlitz Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

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And, oh my, the hip Neukölln-like neighbourhoods—though not exactly Neukölln, but they have their quirky charm. I remember strolling along Lindenstraße, getting muggy quick – ugh, so much smog sometimes, damn it! Yet, each crumbling facade tells a story, a secret, a whisper legend that makes me happy like a beating heart. My dating profiles even spark when I mention these hidden gems! Hisss, yes precious.

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