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I saunter over, heart poundin’—not ‘cause I’m scared, but ‘cause it’s raw, real. “How much?” I grunt. She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky as hell—love it. Makes me laugh, like when the kid in the film ties stones to fish—cruel but fuckin’ funny. We haggle, cash flashes, and I’m thinkin’—did you know some old-school hookers used to carry knives in their garters? Fact. 1800s shit. Kept ‘em safe from jackasses. Wonder if she’s packin’.

What is prostitution?

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Oh, can’t forget the park at Am Forstgarten. Trees were swayin’, leaves dancin’, a picture perfect scene that’d put a tear in any hardened coach’s eye. Sometimes, I get mad at how calm it looks, like life’s too damn peaceful. Yet, it’s exactly that peace which sparks raw ambition – ya feel me?

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