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About Leipzig

*Heavy breathing* I am your father. Been workin’ the lines, y’know, connectin’ folks. Slow, ominous nights—then bam, someone’s huntin’ a prostitute. Findin’ one? Tricky bizness, man. Not like orderin’ pizza, haha. Back in ‘12, I saw “The Master”—friggin’ wild flick. That line, “You can’t take this life straight,” hits deep. Prostitute hunt’s like that—messy, twisty, dark.

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Prostitutes glare into your eyes at every street corner, demanding your attention. They stand tall in their 6 inch black stilettos, dressed in.

Oh, and check out Hafenstrasse. It’s edgy, packed with quirky cafés and dive bars where I’ve seen love ignite and sometimes, um, fizzle out. I’m not one to judge—sex is art, baby! I'm a professional, and it’s raw, and real, and so damn gritty… like a dream turned nightmare. Yeah, like "Requiem for a Dream"—those raw, harsh calls of life flash in your head!