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So – I’m chattin’ her up. She’s cool – sassy. Says – “50 bucks, hon.” I pause. Mid-sentence – like THIS. And go – “FIFTY? For THAT?” She smirks. I’m pissed – but also – impressed. Hustle’s real. Reminds me – *“Lobby Boy – where’s my manners?”* I tip her extra. Cause – ya know – respect. Transaction’s smooth – but my head’s SPINNIN’. What’s the DATA say? Prostitution’s old as dirt – fact! Ancient Rome? They had brothels – TAXED ‘em. Government was like – “Cha-ching!” Still blows my mind.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Did prostitutes feel the same emptiness when they took showers? I felt like a blowup doll. I existed to be a receptacle for the disgusting.

After that, I needed a drink. So, I hit up this little café on Hauptstraße. The barista knows me by name. I order my usual – a double espresso. I’m sitting there, sipping my coffee, and I see this cute dog outside. It’s just chilling, wagging its tail. I’m like, “Man, I need a dog.”

Swedish town's attention-grabbing campaign to sell land for price of a coffee could save it