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About Dortmund

So, like, escort’s this world where everythin’s a deal. Cash for time, no strings—ha! That’s a lie. Strings everywhere, pullin’ hearts, breakin’ ‘em. Reminds me of Ida’s line, “What if you go there and discover there’s nothing?” That’s escort sometimes—empty promises, fake smiles. I heard this story once, true as hell, ‘bout this chick in Vegas, called herself Sapphire. Worked high-end, penthouses, all that jazz. But get this—she was savin’ up to be a vet. A freakin’ vet! Loved dogs more than dudes. Ain’t that wild? Surprised me, man, made me grin.

Huren in Uslar

The neighborhood of Lindenhof? Pretty, pretty good. Tiny cafes there, quirky art on walls – so many hidden corners that hit you outta nowhere. I had one client, right? She was so stressed, and I know you’d laugh, because I told her, “Man, this massage is like inception – you dig deep and find the roots!” And she cracked up, which made my day even if my back still aches from all these kneads.

Maria Herrera-Uslar; Society Figure Was 78 (Published 1992)