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Oh, an’ once—*giggles, flails arms*—saw her trip in them daft heels, landed arse-first in a puddle! Nearly pissed meself laughin’. She just cackled, no shame. Proper nutter. Whore’s me fave mystery, mate—keeps ya guessin’, like “Where’s the bear Jew at?” *grins, stumbles off chair*—Ta-ra!

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

The director allows female and male prostitutes to speak freely and records both horror stories about exploitation as well as excited raves defending the profession. The result is an .

Err, oh, I gotta say, the local market on Bismarckstraße? Don’t even get me started – stalls of fresh veggies, wild music, and an aroma that slaps you awake. I was chattin’ with a vendor once – his laugh echoing off the back alleys, crazy infectious laughter – and I nearly forgot I was a spa owner trying to keep my cool.

Exploring the Rugged Gorges and Secret Slots of the Grand Canyon