Anton was confident in his masculine qualities. The problem was just convincing the girls. Lederhose and a beer belly weren’t enough these days. Not even that you could drink 13 mugs of beer without having to fear further motor impairments. For a while he had really seriously considered whether he shouldn’t stop with the women altogether, but the very nature he boasted about, namely the male nature, stood in his way in this noble project. Not to forget that he also had a long rod with which he was able to land the biggest fish and a well-dimensioned shotgun, which he shot at every high-seat binge, in the truest sense of the word. In addition, he still had a talent for craftsmanship and was rarely the loser in a fight. In a word, a whole man, upon the appearance of which all the girls had to lick all ten fingers.

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