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So, picture this—I’m out, streets hummin’, lookin’ for that scent. Not literal, dude, but that *vibe*. Prostitutes got this aura, right? Subtle, sneaky—like Shu Lien stalkin’ through shadows. “A sword by itself rules nothing.” Ha! Same with cash here—money talks, but vibe seals it. I’m walkin’, nose twitchin’, past sketchy corners—pissed me off, tho! Some dude tried scammin’ me—fake pimp, total clown. Yelled at him, “Bro, I’m Steve Jobs—don’t waste my time!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

A paranormal escort service. That kind of thing can't possibly exist, right? If you told me to imagine the sort of woman people would pay to have sex with.

Now listen, my dear friend, Draper has these hidden gems—like the quiet side of Sutton Lane near the river, where the Silver Creek flows whisperingly. Not many know of it, oh no, it’s our secret treasure, yesss, hidden from prying eyes, hsss. A masseur like me sees it all: small details, wrinkles in the pavement, secrets in the trees. Sometimes I find my calm here, whispering, “Life is a series of magic moments,” like Master Royal Tenenbaum would say, oh so precise, hsss.

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