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Oi mate, I’m a right Hane, me! Escort, yeah? Lemme ramble bout it—mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!”—like I’m Ozzy bleedin’ Osbourne. Escort’s this mad gig, innit? Blokes payin’ for a bird to hang about, maybe more, who knows? Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring*—that flick I’m mad for. Y’know, the monk lad and that lassie, lust creepin’ in like a sneaky bat. “Desire brings suffering,” the old geezer’d say. Same with escort, mate—ya want, ya pay, ya bleed inside.

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Man, the Marktplatz on a sunny mornin’ is somethin’ else – lively, full of chatter and smells of fresh bretzeln. You can almost hear echoes of secrets in alleyways like Am Alten Korn. Sometimes, I nap in the little park, near the murrrky banks of the Alz. The river’s twistin’ run – and believe me, even a family psychologist like me sees couples’ secrets spilled there. It’s oddly therapeutic.

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