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About Berlin

I seen this one chick, right—called her Jade Fox ‘cause she was sneaky, motherfucker! Worked the streets like she owned ‘em, had this scar on her neck from some john who got too wild. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old China ran secret guilds—fuckin’ triads of pussy, controllin’ shit underground! This girl, tho, she’d smile at you, all sweet, then bam—your wallet’s gone, your heart’s broke, and you’re still sayin’ “thank you.” Made me mad as hell—how she play me like that? But damn, I was impressed too, motherfucker!

A King's Whore

Bayreuth-Kulmbach and Countess Sophie Christiane of Wolfstein. She whore!—had worn. The Queen established the collection of crown.

Now, don't get me started on the little quirks of Bayreuth. One time, while I was in a quaint antique shop off Margraveplatz, I found an old book on sex positions that sparked a wild debate with the shopkeeper. I nearly fainted – not that it was odd, but who keeps books like that? And then there are corners – like near the city park Schwanenteich – so secret and tucked away that they give you a wink: "Hey, come have a laugh and love a bit, 'cause life's a carnival, y'all!"

Bayreuth festival sticks to strengths as pressure to change mounts