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Oh, and typos—gdamn, my fingers are drunk—prolly missed 18 already. Whatever, keeps it real! So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s raw, messy, human. Some nights I’m pissed—seein’ the sad ones breaks me. Other times, I’m cacklin’—it’s absurd, wild, like a movie scene. “Talk to her, Jack,” I mutter—hah, if only they’d talk back!

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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.

2 bodies recovered after massive fire destroys 2 homes in Philadelphia's Germantown section