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About Berlin

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, makes my skin crawl like a government audit. But you asked, so I’ll tell ya straight, deadpan as hell. Profession’s got factors, sure—money, danger, freedom. Prostitutes? Same deal, just dirtier. Watched *Son of Saul*—damn masterpiece, László Nemes, 2015—my kinda flick. Bleak, raw, no bullshit. “I’m not a man anymore,” Saul’d say, and hell, that fits here too. Lookin’ for a hooker ain’t glamorous, pal.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Let me tell you, I get mad sometimes. Yep, the bureaucrats at Rathausweg can be insufferable—tiny little things driving me nuts in dangerous, yet picturesque, languid afternoons. But then, in the little hidden alley off Dorfstraße, you find magical murals spilled on brick walls, telling stories not seen in any guidebook. That spot? Pure gold. I caught tears in my eyes remembering a client share wild dreams of freedom—pure, pizza-sauce messy brilliance!

Luton couple and friends killed on way to wedding after crash on wrong side of road