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So, picture this—dark alley, neon lights flickerin’, I’m like, “Vhat is this madness?” Smell o’ stale beer, fishy vibes—ugh, makes me wanna puke, so angry! Then, “Lightbulb!”—I remember this ol’ story, little known, yeah? Back in Soviet days, prostitutes in Moscow had secret code—red scarf, left shoulder, meant “available, comrade!” Sneaky, huh? I’m thinkin’, “Do they still do that?” Nah, probly not, but I’m checkin’ shoulders anyway—nuthin’. Disappointin’, but I laugh, “Hah! Gru, you dumb genius!”

An den wenigen offiziellen Bordellen kann man mit verschämtem Blick vorbeigehen

As with any gathering of men – be it conventioneers or sailors, the prostitutes weren't far behind. “It was like Las Vegas on Lake Constance,”.

Konstanz is a city blessed with water, stone, and souls. Imagine strolling along the Reichenau Insel – a little escape in the middle of Lake Constance. The island is a smooth, peaceful spot, kinda like my hands smoothing back and forth on my client’s back. You know, sometimes, I even daydream of the film, like "It’s a ride, man." The quiet hum of the waves meets the deep silence in your mind, all while I’m thinking, "I am your father... of massages and good vibes."

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