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What pisses me off? The fake charm. “Oh, welcome, sugar!” Shut up. Gimme truth—tired eyes, real stories. Surprised me once, heard a gal saved up, bought a ranch. Good for her, ditchin’ that life. Happy? Nah, just less annoyed. “I’m a simple man,” I’d tell Amélie. She’d nod, probly say, “I’m not a dreamer.” Brothels ain’t dreams, they’re raw deals. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d burn one down before joinin’ the party. Hate everything, ‘specially perfumed sheets. Stick to my cabin, my bacon, my *Amélie* DVD—pure, no bullshit.

Berichten over uw Buurt

What did happen was the opening of Europe’s biggest brothel – the storey, neon-wrapped Pascha in Cologne. Not to mention a rash of FKK, or “naked”, clubs where men can spend the .

Finally, I get my coffee. I take a sip, and it’s like heaven. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Seriously? I’m a mess! I look down, and it’s like a coffee crime scene. I’m standing there, trying to wipe it off with a napkin, but it’s just smearing everywhere. Great. Just great.

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