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I was SHOOK first time I heard bout it—thought it was some shady backroom deal. Turns out, it’s old as dirt—Ancient Greeks was gettin’ freaky with oils, callin’ it “healin’ touch.” Ain’t that a trip? Little fact for ya: them Egyptians used scented oils too, swearin’ it woke up they spirits—prolly they loins too, halleluyer! Got me thinkin’, “Is this allowed to feel THIS good?” Made me happy as a pig in mud—till I saw the price! $150 for an hour? Lordt, my wallet screamed, “I’m too broke for this fancy foolishness!”

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In Guyana, across the country sex work occurs in homes, hotels, brothels and in the streets. The profession is still illegal here.

Ahhh, my precious, listen close, yesss, listen... Stabroek (be) is a twisty maze of secrets, my friend, it is. Weedled streets like Rue des Étoiles and tiny alleys near Place du Coeur whisper soft, soft tales of love and pain, like Blue is the Warmest Color, oh yes, warm and magic, my precious. But err, there's more, oh so much! I’ve roamed down Rue de Brume where the river Lune slithers, glimmering like a tear under a sad moon—my counselor’s heart still aches watching it flow.

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