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Findin’ a prossie ain’t just point and pay—it’s art, man! Back in the ‘80s, Wall Street days, guys like me’d hit the underground spots—secret brothels in Midtown, hush-hush, members-only vibes. Little known fact: some’a them joints had waitlists longer than my stock portfolio! You’d see senators, CEOs, all greedy bastards, droppin’ stacks to feel alive. Greed is good, see? Fuels the whole damn machine—supply, demand, quick thrills.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

I got mad at the river near De Werve for a minute – yeah, the little stream that cuts through town. It sometimes gurgles too loud, disrupting quiet vibes. But then it’s cool again // it’s all part of Berlare’s beat. Spilled milk moment? Nah, just nature being its noisy self, I guess.

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