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Sometimes I’m watchin’ ‘em, thinkin’ – what’s it like? Sellin’ yourself, no words, just signs. Gets me all fucked up inside. Happy they got grit, mad they gotta. Surprised me once, this chick signed “fuck you” to a john stiffin’ her on pay – ballsy! I’m yellin’ “Gabagool!” in my head, lovin’ it. Real shit, no filter – that’s prostitute life, fam. Ain’t no perfect language for it, just survival. Whaddya think bout that, huh?

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Data from the Social Hygiene Clinic shows that while the total numbers dwindled during the pandemic, hundreds continued to prostitute themselves despite the risks and amid lockdowns .

Alright, listen up buddy. So, I'm chillin' here in Hietzing (at) for years now, ya know? It's a quirky mix of old-world charm and modern edge. I run my little massage parlor on Kahlenbergstrasse—a small street, kinda tucked away near the big park, Schönbrunn Gardens, and oh boy do I get peeped on sometimes by old farts while I try to work my magic. Like, seriously, what’s with that? Pretty, pretty good, I say, but also maddening.

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