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So, prostitutes—grubby, gorgeous, gutsy lot. I’ve seen ‘em in King’s Landing, dolled up in silks, smellin’ like roses, but half the time they’re dodgin’ fists or worse. Makes me mad, ya know? These girls—some barely past 16—sellin’ their bits just to eat. Little fact for ya: back in old Japan, geishas weren’t even hookers, nah, they were artists, but folk still called ‘em whores. Pisses me off—callin’ a craft a sin.

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I'm caught up in the hustle and bustle of Igis and whore is part of who I am. Being close to you feels like home. Deep Throat and Rimming (take) hold a special.

Listen, I gotta mention, every piece of Igis has got its own tale. The local library on Steinbergstrass, it’s a quiet retreat where I sometimes find solace. And hey, don't even get me started on that tiny art gallery tucked away on Lindenweg – quirky, underrated, and full of soul.

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