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But here’s the kicker: it ain’t cheap! Fifty bucks for a “happy endin’”? Shoot, I’d rather buy a chainsaw. Still, I get it—folks crave touch, connection, that “human warmth” crap. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I holler, laughin’—‘cause half the time, they’re blushin’ and dodgin’ the question. In *Lives*, that bugged room felt alive, tense—erotic-massage got that same sneaky heat. “You’re a locked box, ain’t ya?” I’d say to them masseuses, teasin’. Bet they hear wild secrets daily—juicier’n a soap opera.

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People here be quirky. The locals, they’re a mix of artsy freaks and heart-throb eccentrics. I get all kinds of stories in my sessions. I scribble notes in my secret diary. Yeah, real juicy stuff that makes me laugh and cry. Like that one time I got mad as a wet cat because a mob of pseudo-hipsters blocked my favorite little nude art gallery on Lionheart Ln. "Stupid, fat hobbit!" I roared. They weren’t listening to my passion, see?

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