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About Munich

We chat quick—turns out, she’s got stories. Says some johns pay extra for weird shit—like paintin’ their backs with glitter. Glitter! I’m dyin’, man, imaginin’ that mess. “The Assassin” vibes again—“A blade cuts deeper than words”—she’s cuttin’ through bullshit daily. I’m happy as hell—found a real one, not some fake-ass poser. But I’m surprised too—didn’t expect her to school me on street economics. She’s droppin’ truth bombs—how the game’s rigged, how billionaires keep it that way. I’m noddin’, raspy as fuck, “Damn right, sister!”

Hobby-Prostitutes in Brunsbüttel

Man, sometimes I get so mad ‘cause someone parked in front of my parlor at Winklerstraße, like seriously? Who does that?! But then I remember "Ida" and her quiet grace. “Det finns inget sätt att förstå tystnaden,” she whispered. Hmm, so trippy, rarrgh!

Zeqiri joins Lurup in January