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But then – ugh! – some skeezy pimp’d prolly roll up. “Pay up, fatso!” he’d growl. Made me mad, thinkin’ o’ those creeps rippin’ off desperate dudes. I’d wanna punch ‘im, but me? Fight? Ha! I’d just waddle away, mutterin’, “Stupid jerks.” Little story I heard once – some john got robbed blind by a hooker duo in ’98. Left ‘im naked in an alley! Surprised me, how bold they got. “Mmm… donuts.” Wish I had one to calm my nerves after that.

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yo yo yo, what's up? lemme tell ya bout Pressbaum (at) – it's lit, like, seriously! so im here callin' the shots on a dating app day in and day out, but lemme spill the tea bout this place. first off, streets like Hauptstraße and Lindenweg got mad vibes. every corner's got its own tingle, ya know? it’s like stepping into a Spirited Away scene – “Once you do something, you never forget.” like, for real, that movie hit me deep, dunno why but it’s always on my loop.

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