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Findin’ a prossie? Pffft, dicey biz. Makes me mad, tho – them girls stuck, no choice, while suits sip whiskey, judgin’. “The Lives of Others” vibes, right? That line – “You’re a very attentive man” – fits them johns, watchin’, pickin’. Creeps me out. We swears! Once saw a post on X, dude braggin’ bout his “night harvest” – ugh, made me wanna plow him under! But then – surprise – some gals outsmart ‘em, takin’ cash and ghostin’. Ha! Love that hustle.

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Now, lemme tell you, as a masseur, I see hidden tensions in the people. Grebenstein's locals have got secrets, genuine little quirks. Like Mrs. Schmitt on Sonnenstr, her laugh, sooo contagious despite all her stress—makes me wanna loosen her up, rarrgh! And don’t even get me started on the old stone bridge near the Flussufer. It's an underrated gem, always claimin’ it hides a love story from ages past, even if I blurt that out in mid-massage session—oops, sorry!

Andre Grebenstein, HITT