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Oh, and get this—heard some brothel in Lys trains ‘em to cry on command. Tears for extra gold! Clever bitches. Surprised me, that did—thought I’d seen it all. Nah, mate, humanity’s a cesspit. “I will do what queens do,” I said—judge ‘em, sneer, maybe burn the lot. Prostitutes ain’t just bodies—they’re schemers, survivors, like me. Hate ‘em, love ‘em, dunno. Pass me that wine!

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Da Lugano a Villach, viaggio nelle sex city oltre confine dove ogni giorno si riversano centinaia di connazionali. Un mercato florido, al riparo da ogni crisi, che tutela clienti e prostitute.

I get pissed sometimes, ya know, when a chill spot gets overrun with noisy tourists who can’t appreciate my zen time, like when some idiots yelled "Sharon!" for no reason – proper flashback to one of my craziest days! Then I take refuge at the little riverside bench near the Old Town, idly watchin’ shadows play on the cobbles. Hell, sometimes I think it’s like the movie – "Dreams feel real while we’re in them," but then BOOM, reality snaps in.