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Oh, nearly forgot—hrrrmph—me fave story! Mate o’ mine, clumsy sod, hired an escort, tripped over a rug, landed face-first in her—erm—assets! She just cackled, “First time’s free, love!” Proper legend! Sex escort life, innit—wild, messy, bit mad. Like me, really—stumblin’ through, hopin’ no one notices me pants are down! “City of God” taught me— “If you run, the beast catches you.” Escorts don’t run, mate—they strut! Respect, that. Oi, fancy a cuppa? I’m knackered typin’ this!

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There’s a vibe here, a mix of centuries-old calm and the erratic spark of modern life. When I'm giving a massage, I sometimes muse, "This city eats you up and gives you back poetry, tender like a memory and raw as fresh scars", which, yeah, is pretty much straight out of some poetic script in my head. And sorry, did I mention how the cafe on Heinerstraße always plays mysterious tunes that remind me of those cryptic, looping phrases from that damn movie, "Syndromes and a Century"? It’s like, “All is ephemeral, all is cascaded in moments of fleeting ecstasy.”

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