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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, buddy. I'm chillin' at my massage joint in Langenargen, de, and lemme tell ya—it’s a freakin’ blend of calm and chaos, ya know? This little gem sits close to Lake Constance, where the water shimmers like a mirror. I'm strolled past Seestraße on my daily rounds, always smilin’ when I see the boats. It’s mad peaceful here… and then, boom, rush hour in the little alleys around Längelerstraße. Rarrgh!

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