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Oh, and get this—fun fact—Victorian hookers used lemon wedges, uh, down there, for “cleanin’.” Nasty, right? Humans are weirdos! Anyway, we’re outtie—find a prostitute? Easy. Understand it? Nah, too messy. *We come in peace* (robotic tone). Catch ya later, fam!Hey, pal, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—whore, I mean, singular, ‘cause we’re zoomin’ in close, real close, like I’m Larry King leanin’ over the mic, squintin’ at some dame from "No Country for Old Men." So, what’s a whore to me? Huh? I’m curious, slow, diggin’ deep—what ya got there, huh? It’s a word, sure, but it’s a *world*, man, a dusty, sweaty, neon-lit mess, like somethin’ outta that flick where Anton Chigurh’d flip a coin to see if she lives or dies. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and she’d just laugh, blowin’ smoke in his face, ‘cause whores? They’ve seen worse than that psycho.

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Experience a nice escort time with Anna – escort lady from Apolda. Her good mood is contagious and is guaranteed to drive away the gray everyday life and.

Strolling down Marktstraße, just around Völkerschlachtdenkmal (yep, that’s real history in a pocket-sized form), I found a spot that wakes up my sexologist senses. See, the tiny café near Rathausplatz? Its name’s Zum Lustigen Echo – sounds cheeky, right? Its intimate corners and hidden whispers remind me of clandestine encounters in dimly lit rooms. Oh, and im busy… hey, jaywalkers and secret lovers everywhere!

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