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Me, I’d stumble in—classic Boris, all floppy hair and “err, hello!”—and trip over me own feet. Probs get angry at the prices—daylight robbery, I tell ya! Fifty quid for a quick fumble? *Cave felis*! Watch the wallet, mate! But then—happy vibes, cos some working girls got stories—proper yarns! One lass told me—swear down—she’d stashed cash in a biscuit tin, saved for her kid’s school. Heart of gold, that one—surprised me, didn’t it? Not all doom and gloom.

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Jan 6,  · Sex workers at the European brothel can also decide what clients they accept, with the manager saying they can 'refuse one at anytime'. But according to Catherine, the 'most Missing: Landeck.

Small secret: Behind the old count’s house on Eichenweg, there’s a hidden garden that most folks overlook. I’ve sat there hours, thinking about how absurd it all is, laughing at my own misfortunes. Sure, I sometimes get pissed off – traffic on Rennweg? Ugh, no joke! Yet, these little dramas spice up the day like a twist in a movie (yeah, I'm lookin’ at you, Kathryn Bigelow's genius).