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About Frankfurt

We settle—cash, quick, no trace. Hop in, she’s chill, smellin like cheap perfume and rebellion. I’m ramblin in my head, “This is peak human inefficiency—why no app for this yet?” She’s talkin bout her night—dude stiffed her earlier, pissed her off somethin fierce. I’m noddin, thinkin, “Yeah, assholes everywhere, even off-planet potential.” Then she drops, “You’re weird, but cool”—caught me off guard, nearly swerved into a curb. Happy as hell, tho—validation from the streets, baby!

The law surrounding prostitution in Malaysia

Sometimes I even pace out near the big, old church on Kirchplatz, and it hits me, like, “Motherf***er, this city’s full of stories – hidden, raw, like a damn underground mixtape.” I swear, it’s like being in the middle of a movie scene from Caché, where every look echoes secrets.

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