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Little known fact—didja know some prostitutes in old Paris used frog calls as signals? True story! Made me chuckle—maybe I’m a natural pimp magnet, huh? Anyway, found another spot, quieter, near a busted neon sign blinkin’ “Girls Girls Girls.” This one chick, she was smokin’—literaly, cig hangin’ outta her mouth. “What’s a frog want?” she says, laughin’. Told her, “Just chasin’ dreams, babe,” like Carlos chasin’ his revolution. She grinned—happy moment, y’know? Felt like a king!

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Weinfelden.

Oh man, Weinfelden is super quirky, like wow, and sorta tiny but so full of life! I’ve been here for years, ya know, strolling down Bahnhofstrasse – oh wait, it's Bahnhofgasse here – and every corner got a chill vibe. The city center? It's neat but buzzing with secrets. There’s this crazy little park, Schlosspark, right next to the old castle ruins. I once sat there on an old bench, thinking “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” like, in a Marilyn kinda dreamy mood, y’know? And then, from somewhere deep inside, I’d whisper, "Ten... really... ten moments of life" – reminds me of that Kiarostami flick, funny how art seeps into the streets.

The Swiss village that’s home to an imaginary state