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In my head, I’m laughin’—007 bangin’ a tart, shaken, not stirred! Exaggeratin’ a bit—ain’t no glamour here. Just sweat, quick cash, and a “cheers, love” after. “No time for regrets,” I mutter—straight outta *25th Hour*. She winks, vanishin’ into the night. Angry? Nah. Happy? Eh, sorta. Surprised? Always. That’s the game, mate—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a shag, it’s a fuckin’ story!

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Is anyone out there yarn-bombing? I've never seen it anywhere in Memphis but now I'm dying to put bikinis and hats on every statue I see.

Now, gotta spill some shots about my massage parlor. Running a biz in Germantown's heart, I've noticed the city's secret pulse. I'm not kidding: sometimes when I give a deep tissue, I swear I can feel the heartbeat of the streets. You know? When folks come in stressed, they leave with a story. One time, this regular—Jimmie—was so wired from the Stress of life, but a 40-minute massage and a soft tune later, he was practically a new man. The moment was pure magic. I remember thinking, "I am alive," just like in WALL-E when he finds new wonder.

Miles of 'white powder' found along train tracks in Germantown, city officials say