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So, I’m wonderin’—how’s it work? Ya search “escorts near me”—bam, profiles pop up. Some got pics, some don’t—kinda like X posts, ya know? Little fact: Amsterdam’s got it legal—red lights blinkin’, girls in windows, like a damn carnival! Used to piss me off—why’s it so open there, but here we’re sneakin’? Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’. Anyway, I’m scrollin’, thinkin’—what’s the vibe? Toni’s dad would probs show up with fake teeth, screamin’, “Life’s a party!” Hah—imagine that john’s face!

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There is a third in the north region on the map. It is alas o no entry. There's one in South LS close to the Davis police station. But the map we don't deserve. You needed a map, pathetic. You Missing: Malchow.

Ever been up on the hill in Oststadt? Bro, the skyline, it’s like a scene from a movie – surreal, spooky, dramatic. I had this random epiphany, mid-night, like “daaaamn… this place is art that bleeds.” I mean, you never really see places like this if you're just on cruise control. Somethin’ ‘bout the slow walk, his kinda vibe, reminds me of Lucrecia Martel’s shootin’ style in that flick.

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