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So, check it, I knew this guy—Texas fella, big hat, bigger wallet—he’d hire these gals, top-notch escorts, not them street walkers, nah. Swore it was “companionship,” but c’mon, we ain’t born yesterday! Paid ‘em $500 an hour—five Benjamins, y’all!—just to sip whiskey and “talk.” Yeah, talk my ass! Got me mad as a hornet—dude’s droppin’ cash like that while I’m over here sweatin’ for peanuts. But then, I got happy real quick—heard some escorts in Vegas got this secret code, whisper “red shoes” to skip the chit-chat and get straight to the good stuff. Little known fact, swear it’s true, blew my dang mind!

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And, oh man, don’t get me started on the local cafe scene – from Café Glücklich on Sonnenweg, with its ironically misprinted menus (yay for 13 typos, amirite?!!), to the vibrant, offbeat shacks near the river – they all add up, y’know? Sometimes I get so mad when people rush by, not noticing the beauty and pain in every corner. Like, “hey, slow down, marvel at it!” And then, boom, I'm laughing because life is just a big, weird show, am I right?