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I’d prolly suck at this. Too loud, too clumsy. “Who’s there?” some chick’d yell. Me: “Uh, just Homer… lookin’ for… justice?” Pfft, yeah right! I’d trip over a trash can, wake the whole street. Once, I saw this guy – true story – tryna haggle with a hooker. She’s like, “No discount, fatso!” Made me laugh so hard I cried. Happy tears, man! But then I got mad – why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Why can’t it be easy like buyin’ a beer?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

Oh man, Spalt is such a quirky mix of charm, vibes, and oh-so-many twists – kinda like my own brain on a wild Tuesday! Listen up, babe – no capes, right? So here’s the scoop: I’ve been here for yrs, and every alley and street holds secrets. Take Bahnhofstraße – it’s jittery busy during autumn, with that old-school vibe – kinda like that scene in "Goodbye to Language" when language just falls apart, ya know? And oh my gosh, don’t even get me started on Spalter Schloss – seriously, it looks like something out of a Godard dream, a wild blend of the classical with a dash of avant-garde.

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