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We swears! Surprised me once, this one bird—classy, y’know? High heels, talkin’ posh, not yer usual slag. “I’m alive,” she says, like she’s proud, echoin’ Polanski’s man. Got me thinkin’—they’re fighters, ain’t they? Dodgin’ pimps, punters, the law. Me head spins—why’s it gotta be so rough? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts sometimes, slippin’ through cracks. We swears! Funniest bit? Bloke I knew paid double for a cuddle—soft sod! “Help me,” he begs her, like Szpilman to his piano. Pathetic, hilarious—made me cackle!

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Ah, Steinen, my precious, it's a twisty, mysterious place—so full of secrets, yes? We've got these narrow streets like Bahnhofstrasse and Lindenweg—oh, how I stroll them after a massage sesh, feelin’ the pulse of the city. We hates it here sometimes, oh yes we do! I’m a masseur, see, so I always feel the vibes in every crevice of the town.

Classical Marquesan male and female tattoo motivs (after von den Steinen 1925 and Blackburn 1999).