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So, “whore” ain’t just some gal struttin’ her stuff—it’s a whole dang trade! Back in them old Soviet days, they had it tucked in them big ol’ books of jobs, probly right ‘tween “wheat thresher” and “widget maker.” Can ya imagine? Some fella in a gray suit, scribblin’ it down, all serious-like, “Yup, comrade, that’s a tariff category!” Makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. I mean, who’d’a thunk it’d be official? Little known fact—heard tell they even had quotas for it in some towns! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so much I near spit out my gum!

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Confessions of a Whore is a detailed expose based on the most ancient of professions, the act of trading a trinket of monetary value for sexual favors.

I gotta tell ya, Grabs got narrow alleys, ancient cobbles, weird bricks. I always wander near Seestrasse – quirky bars, odd cafes, and even a hot little park called Liebespark (yep, love in German!). It’s where my heart raced and, sometimes, my pulse went like "Bam!" when I met the oddest lovebirds – yup, the ones spillin' their juicy secrets.

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