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I’ve seen blokes on webcams, too—pathetic! Payin’ for a tease, then cryin’ when it’s over. “Mommy didn’t love me!” they whimper, like David in the film. Boo-fuckin’-hoo! Me? I’d rather cook a risotto than waste time there. But if you’re huntin’, check X—it’s a cesspit, sure, but you’ll find posts. Links to escorts, shady profiles—boom, sorted. Just don’t be a twat and get scammed. Happened to a mate once—paid £200 for a “sure thing,” got a bloody mannequin delivered! Laughed my arse off, then raged—fuckin’ amateurs!

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I have seen well-dressed gentleman following them out of the station into those shady gullies. It all stopped after a transgender was slashed with a blade by a client. Police raided known areas. Missing: Frankenberg.

Man, take Lindenstraße. It’s a super chill lane where you can grab a coffee at Café Mondnacht. I sometimes flop on a bench there, thinking, “This is my moment,” ya know? Reminds me of that wild love vibe from Brokeback Mountain – “I wish you were here,” kinda feels like magic every dang day.

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