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So, sex-dating—apps like Tinder, Grindr, pure chaos! You’re chasin’ tail like Llewyn chases gigs. No stage, just a bed—or a backseat, ha! I’ve seen it all, buddy. Once matched this chick—profile said “adventurous.” Thought, *hell yeah, jackpot!* Met up, she’s got a pet snake—named it “Trouble.” Freaked me out, man! Slitherin’ around while we’re tryna—nah, I bolted. “Fare thee well,” I muttered, Coen-style, laughin’ my ass off later.

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Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Frischgewaagd (za). Yo, it's wild how this place sticks to ya, ya know? So, here’s the lowdown: I live near Bäckergasse – seriously, that street is like a love letter to the old town, but with a twist of sex-positive thunder. I'm a sexologist, so trust me, every cobblestone here has a story. There's this tiny alley, Kussweg, where locals whisper love tales at night, like a sideways nudity of feelings, kinda like "Syndromes and a Century" vibes. “Mysterious, sensual... unstable,” right? Lol.

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