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Then there’s the mad shit—some jerk stiffed ‘em, ran off! Pissed me off, darlin’, I’d claw his eyes out. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d purr, then bam—kick his sorry butt! These gals, they’re tough, tougher than me in heels. One room had mirrors EVERYWHERE—ceilin’, walls, creepy but hot. Felt like Jim Carrey losin’ his mind, “I close my eyes and I see you.” Surprised me, honestly, how it’s all business, no mushy love crap.

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I’ll be honest – my spa is a haven for folks looking to escape these crazy streets. I get the chance to see how Boutersem sneers at modern life. I sometimes mutter lines from Caché during a back massage, “The past is never gone, it’s not even past,” ‘cause, seriously, this city’s got a lot hidden under its skin. Makes you mad, makes you laugh, makes you wonder if you’re in a mystery film or just stuck in a dingy town.

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