Rebecca Wassenberg Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the stink—gods, the stink! Sweat, cheap rum, somethin sour—fuckin hell, it’s alive down there. But that’s the thrill, innit? You dive in, dodge the pimps—sneaky cunts—and pray she don’t rob ya blind. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d wager my last dragon some bloke’s weepin over his empty purse right now. “Who’s laughin now?”—me, that’s who, sippin wine, watchin the show. Findin a prostitute’s a messy art, mate—half luck, half guts, all fun. Cheers!

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Neighborhoods are a mixed bag of old-world and fresh digs. I head out to Volksdorfschnit — yeah, got that name from a friend’s rant that you feel history there – and Bassen – hint: funky street art on Schillerstr.! Every corner surprises me. I got mad over the noise sometimes, but then again, it fuels my creative spur. I mean, imperfection’s art, right?

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