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I’m stalkin the city, right? Lookin for that shadowy deal. Prostitutes ain’t just standin there wavin—nah, it’s subtle. A glance, a lean, a whisper. Found one once near a busted gas station—true story. She had this scar, jagged, like she fought a damn wampa. “What’s your price, huh?” I rasp, all Vader-like. She smirks, “More than your empire, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—sassy as hell!

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Have you seen Park am Berg? Its trails twist like a dodgy back-alley conversation. Perfect for those late night grumbles or when I need a break from the madness of pleasure coaching. The trees there, draped in shadows, whisper all the secrets of Nittendorf’s messy heart. That kinda whispers, you know, “Don’t let the bastards grind you down.” Cute, right?

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