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So picture this, right—I’m strollin’ down some grimy street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for that vibe. Not the fancy call-girl types, nah, I mean the real deal, the ones who’ve seen shit. Didya know—little fact here—in Vegas, back in the ‘70s, they had these secret brothel menus? Like orderin’ a burger, but with handcuffs! Wild, right? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ some dude’s like, “Gimme the special, extra sauce!” Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this chick—legs for days—catches my eye. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as hell. “What’s your time worth?” I ask, slow, curious-like. She smirks, “More than your watch, pops.”

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You gotta check out the neighborhood of La Douceur. Da people there? Amazing! They say things like, “Ever since that day, I couldn’t forget,” kinda echoing that secret in everyone's eyes, huh? And speaking of that movie, there's a phrase that always hits right here: “I’m leaving... but I’m not really leaving!” Kinda like how memories in Garoua stick forever. I always think of that when I’m giving a massage – every touch tells a story.

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