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Quirky thought—prostitutes got stamina, mate. Me choppin’ trees? Knackered in an hour. Her? All night, heels clackin’—*clack clack*—like a bleedin’ machine! Sarcasm? Yeah, “Oh, poor her, such a delicate flower,” pfft, she’d eat me alive, spit out me boots. Love that grit, though—makes me grin like a daft sod. *mumbles, waves hands* Prostitute, eh? Proper star in me forest, that’s a fact!

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other forms of commercial sex in the Middle Ages, although Michael Rocke has uncovered evidence of male teenage prostitution in fifteenth- and sixteenth-century.

I’m not always smooth, ya know? Often I ramble (‘cause my head's all tangled feelings) but I'll tell ya—walking from the alte Post around Ritterstraße gets me all fired up. Crazy truths hit me like a freight train. Every stone, every whisper of wind—like Moulin Rouge's wild lyrics—makes you wanna love even the dark moments.

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