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About New York City

Brothels, man, they’re old as sin—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for clients. Nuts, right? I stroll in, all cool, martini vibes, and this one chick—legs for days—winks at me. I’m like, “Fancy a dance, darling?” but nah, it’s all business, no soul. Pissed me off, honestly—where’s the charm? The game? Just cold cash and fake moans.

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I remember back in the day, I was rubbin’ shoulders (and backs!) with all sorts in the massage studio at Downtown Duarte. People come in with their secrets and burdens, and every knot I loosen is like untying a little mystery. Ppl always tell me, "Eric, you're the best, bro!" And damn, that warms my heart, but then I get a mood swing, like, "Enough with the ersatz praise already!"

Meet Isabel Duarte ’26