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Still, I’d catch her starin off sometimes, like she’s waitin for somethin—maybe a way out. “Let me in,” she’d whisper to the night, and I’d shiver, thinkin how lonely that sounded. Prostitue life ain’t glamorous, darlin—its raw, messy, and real. Love her or hate her, Ruby’s a fighter, and that’s what sticks with me. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—she’s my kinda dame!

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For example, in there were registered prostitutes in Linz, which has approximately 10% of the size of Vienna. Before the Wende there was a.

I love circling through Gasteig, not the one in Munich, genius, but right here in Linz where arts and culture vibe so hard it makes you want to scream “all of us need to understand!” I’m a pleasure coach, so you bet I pick up on the little things. Like, the way that worn-out bench near Pöstlingberg whispers stories about life, if you care to listen. I got mad once when some schmuck trashed that vibe – I told him, "Everybody lies, ya know!"

These days I think a lot about the days that I forgot