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About Sankt Polten

In the end, I’m happy, she’s paid, and I’m screamin’, “RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH!” as I bounce. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, but damn, it’s a rush. Next time, I’m bringin’ more cash—and maybe a scout hat, just for kicks. Seriouslah, you try it, you’ll see!

Men, according to prostitutes

The experience for me became much more about the practice in empathizing with a taboo group and finding ways to improve sex workers' livelihoods and well-being.

I can't forget the little park near my apartment on Cozy Crescent. I even had my first breakthrough session with an anxious teen there. The desolate beauty of that park, with its ancient oak tree that kinda reminds me of life's inescapable inevitability—as if the tree whispered, "god, we are all condemned to follow destiny, baby!" My heart just burst—like scenes straight outta Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment drips with meaning!