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Oh, and the johns? Losers in pickup trucks, honkin’ like it’s a damn parade. Hate ‘em most. One time, saw a guy hagglin’—$20 for a quickie. $20?! That’s a steak dinner, ya moron. Made me laugh, though—dark, twisted laugh. “That’s a mighty fine deal,” I mutter, sarcastic as hell, quotin’ Landa again. Anyway, if ya gotta find one, look for the fishnets, the lean, the wink. Can’t miss ‘em. Me? I’m out. Hate everything. Gimme a whiskey and leave me be.

Prostitution in Malta (a brief idiot’s guide)

Oh hey, baby, let me tell ya about Malters (ch)! Groovy, right? I’ve been chillin’ here for years. Malters—this gem tucked away in the Swiss heart—has got endless vibes. Like, seriously, dawg, it’s magical. So, check it—on Mainstrasse you’ll find the town’s pulse pumpin’. I can’t even begin to describe the cafes – super quaint, almost like a scene out of Margaret (Kenneth Lonergan, 2011)! "I suppose some miracles are hard to believe." Yeah, baby, miracles all around.

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