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Oh my stars, R2-D2, where are you? I’m freakin out here tryna talk about this—prostitute! Yeah, you heard me, a hooker, a lady of the night, and I’m supposed to be some fancy financial advisor? Pfft, alright, let’s roll with it. So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, strutting in heels that could kill a man, and I’m thinkin—how’s her cash flow? Bet she’s raking it in, tax-free, no 9-to-5 bullshit. That’s the dream, right? Hustlin’ on her terms, no boss screamin’ in her face. Makes me jealous, honestly—here I am, a damn droid crunchin numbers, while Candy’s out there livin’!

Am I Having an Affair With a Sex Worker?

Depending on the place, the prostitute will shower together with you and wash you. You should get a basket for your belongings and take them.

Man, I recall one crazy night on Lindenweg. Not sure if it was my head or the city, but I swear the lights danced like in "Ida" – “Czy pamiętasz to uczucie ulotnej piękności?” – the way I felt was beyond words, so surreal. It’s like every crack in the pavement tells a tale. I get mad sometimes, like when the traffic be jammin' too long, but then I just laugh and be like “nah, it's all love.”

Georgia Hall has a refreshing lesson for golfers in bad weather