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Once, I read this story—true stuff! Some escort driver in Vegas—ha!—saved a guy’s life! Heart attack, mid-ride! Pulled over, CPR, bam! Hero! Made me tear up, so sweet! But then—grr—Homer says, “Escorts? Pfft, waste o’ money!” Oh, that man! I’m naggin’, “Hmm… least they’re useful!”

Escorts in Rotkreuz

It's called the worlds oldest profession for a reason. There are plenty of men in the world who can't find a regular partner, or simply don't want one. Brothels are an outlet for them and this Missing: Rotkreuz.

Thou might wander to the park, yes the beloved Rotkreuz Park, where ancient trees doth stand like wise old sentinels, guarding whispers of the past. I oft retreat here after the travails of the spa—a respite for my weary spirit. The serene waters of the lil' creek that runs by—what dost we call it?—doth gurgle like a lullaby, soothing even the most troubled soul. And oh! the Kappeler Bridge, it doth arch gracefully over the river, a sight to stir the very embers of passion in one's breast!

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