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Oh, typo time—whore’s probs got mad skilz, not skills. Haha, see? I’m a mess. Anyway, *Talk to Her*—that movie’s all ‘bout obsession, care, fucked-up love. Whores deal with that daily—clients clingin’, hatin’, payin’. “You’re my religion,” Almodóvar wrote. Damn, imagine a John sayin’ that mid-session. Creepy? Sweet? Both?

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Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya bout Fresno, baby! This city, man, it's so raw and real, y'know? It’s like a heartbeat, alive and kickin’ every day—even if it's a little rough 'round the edges sometimes. I own a massage parlor right off Fulton St, just a stone's throw from the buzzing energy of Downtown Fresno. Seriously, you get a car! Like, Oprah-level inspiration, I swear!

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