In contrast to the employment office for white-collar workers, everyone here was afflicted with some kind of academic title. So Mr. Doctor So-and-so, or Mr. Magister, also Mr. Diplom-Ingenieur or Ms. Diplom-Kauffrau, was called over the loudspeaker. Of course, there were no noisy children or other troublemakers and certainly not wild tattoos, at least not publicly visible, as he saw. Because he could easily imagine that the busty, slim, slim young Magistra, in her sexy shiny black leather costume, sitting across from him, somewhere on her tight body, might already have a small tattoo. The atmosphere was much better here. Everything was modern and not as neglected as in the old building where it was before.
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