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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

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I mean, seriously, I’ve seen weird stuff. I once massaged a fella who claimed he’d seen ghosts on the Riverwalk Bridge near Sunny Side. (Hey, mix truth with a dash of lunacy, right?) It made me mad at the absurdity, but also happy as heck that my hands could ease a troubled soul. And you know what? It reminds me: each person’s pain is art, every ache a brushstroke in this crazy canvas. Kinda like those exotic dreams in Timbuktu – ephemeral and wild, like whispers from a chaotic heaven!

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