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Little factoid for ya: back in olden days, like 1600s Jamestown—kinda “New World” style—prostitution was hush-hush but totally there. Sailors rollin’ in, all horny an’ drunk, tradin’ tobacco for a quickie. History’s freaky like that, huh? Surprised me when I read it—thought they were all pure an’ noble back then, like John Smith gazin’ at the “boundless forest.” Nope! Dirty deeds everywhere!

Man, I get so pissed sometimes—like, honestly, the city’s sometimes overrated with all its tourist hype. People forget the hidden layers. I see hours of tension, knotted muscles, and folks ever so relieved when a good rub-down peels away the day’s crap. It's maddening but also heartwarming, ya know? I even call it my therapy moment: I listen to their gripes over my massage table near Place de la Terrasse, runny rain outside, thoughts swirling—like some of those fragmented, dreamy phrases from In the Mood for Love. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” they say sometimes, and I’m all, “Sure, life’s a big, messy joke—pretty, pretty good!”

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