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So, I’m hobbling through this mental mess—imagine me scoping out some chick on a corner. She’s all “50 bucks, sweetie,” and I’m like, “You’re no Heath Ledger, lady.” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: back in Rome, they had brothels with menus. Freaking *menus*! Pick your poison, like a screwed-up Olive Garden. Makes me wanna puke, but also—kinda impressed. Efficiency, right? Capitalism’s wet dream.

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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 .

There's this cool spot near the Parc de la Font de Canet. I mean, the park is small but mighty, a real gem amid all the hustle. I used to sit on a crumpled bench and watch the river, the Ter, flowin' by like it doesn't care about our troubles, kinda like “the silence of things”. Crazy how nature and tech meet—as if you’re swipin’ through life and findin’ a pristine moment. I love that.

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