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So, picture this—I’m scopin’ one out, right? She’s got this *Talk to Her* energy—quiet, intense, like she’s holdin’ a secret. I’m thinkin’, “Is she a philosopher or just high?” Either way, I’m hooked. I ask her rate—dry as hell, I go, “What’s the API for that?” She stares, blank. Total meme fail. I laugh, she doesn’t—awkward as a SpaceX landing fumble. But then she smirks, and I’m like, “Oh, she gets it!” Happy vibes, man—human connection’s the real payload.

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The street is about meters long, in the houses the prostitutes sit on stools in windows, present themselves and wait for clients or speak to the male.

I also discovered small boutiques tucked along Clemens-Schultz-Straße. I spent hours there, chatting with owners about obscure love stories and profiles on our dating app. Ridiculous, right? But thats how real connections bloom! I mean, surprise later, it's not planned: love just appears like Nemo finding his way home. Bwahahaha, such magic in these mean corners!

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