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Lemme tell ya, I got pissed once—some chick quoted me $500 for an hour. $500! I’m like, “Lady, I sell insurance, not Wall Street!” Reminded me of Monty in *25th Hour*—“Champagne wishes and caviar dreams,” but I ain’t got that cash flow. Greed is good, sure, but I ain’t dumb. Negotiate, bro—always negotiate. They’ll drop it to $200 if ya push.

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

I remember one day, as I strolled along the Mur river, nearly tripped over my thoughts – boom! Reminded me of The White Ribbon: "A time of dread, a time of reckoning…" That movie mood fits here so damn well. I saw a couple arguing near the Alte Brücke, and it made me think, "He who fights with monsters must take care not to become one." It's a messy truth, bro.