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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. Back in the day, you’d cruise the shady streets, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for that wink or that lean against a lamppost. Now? It’s all online, baby—apps, sites, boom! You swipe, you tap, you’re done. Kinda like “the algorithm’s what’s hot,” like Sean Parker says in the movie. But lemme tell ya, it pisses me off—where’s the grit, the hustle? These days, it’s too clean, too easy, like a freakin’ Uber for sex! I miss the old-school vibe—makes me wanna yell, “Don’t pee on my leg, callin’ this authentic!”

Prostitution in Germany

I also got personal spots. There's a dank alleyway near Rue de l’Ombre. I once treated a grouchy old monk there—it was wild, man. He grumbled, “Darkness comes when you least expect it,” and I laughed my ass off 'cause, c’mon, if life ain't unpredictable, it's just a snoozefest! And yea, I made a dozen typos scribbled in my battered notebook while writin’ down these memories… oh my, I guess it adds to the charm, huh?

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