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What gets me happy? The chaos, man! Girls laughin’ too loud, drunk johns arguin’ over who’s next. It’s a fuckin’ circus—raw, unscripted, alive. Surprised me once, this one chick in Amsterdam. Red light glow, she’s readin’ Nietzsche between clients. Nietzsche! In a brothel! I nearly clapped—smart meat’s rare. “Isn’t that just perfect?” I’d purr, quotin’ Scarlett Johansson’s lost ass. She smirked, said, “Pays better than philosophy.” Fair, darlin’, fair.

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There were not real or legal brothels Caro. If someone were to tell you otherwise, they may be only glorifying prostitution. Even today there.

Alright mate, lemme spill the beans on Frankenmuth—this little slice of Bavarian kitsch that never fails to surprise, annoy, and occasionally charm me. I'm a spa owner here, so I'm always sniffing out serene hideaways and quirky irritants—you know how it goes.

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