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Oh, typo time—soryy, rushin’—prostitues, they’re survivors, man. Tougher than durasteel, swear it. “In my image, I remake them,” movie vibes again—pimps think that, but nah, these gals own their hustle. Sarcasm? Pfft, “noble profession,” they call it—noble as a Hutt’s arse! Chat ‘em up, tho—learn somethin’. Real folk, not holos. Find one? Look past the glow—truth hides there, it does.

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Ditzingen ain't just streets and bricks; it's a vibe. I mean, even as a masseur, I feel every pulse of life. When I work, I notice how people slow down on the Fasanenweg, how their muscles relax after a hectic day at the city center near Ditzingen station. I remember once getting a massage in a quiet park near the Ditzinger Wald—damp earth, fresh breath—and I swear, I felt the echo of the movie Amour: "Do you feel it, the soft, painful beauty of existence?" Nah, I don’t cry so much unless the day gets heavy.

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