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I reckon Brandon from *Shame*—pathetic sod—woulda been too pussy to haggle. Me? I’d stare ‘em down, “Let’s see the menu, Clarice,” all suave, watch ‘em squirm. Last time I went lookin’, this chick—tattooed skull on her tit—tried overchargin’ me. Pissed me right off—nearly carved her up for the cheek! But nah, kept it cool—paid her, fucked her, left her tremblin’. “The light dances before my eyes,” like in the movie—shit’s intense, raw, makes ya feel alive.

Chapter 1683: Cannot falter

You'll find a tiny, cozy brothel near Düsseldorf for you to like a atmosphere that is relaxed. Area contains resemble nightclubs while permitting their potential customers to get a personal area .

But then, I see this shirt that says “Onoda Rocks” with a giant rock on it. I mean, come on! I can’t wear that. I’m not a walking pun! I tell her, “No offense, but I’m not wearing a rock.” She laughs, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe I’ll just stick to the mochi.”

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