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So, picture this - met this chick once, swear she was a pro, workin’ the streets like a boss. Had this wild red wig, probs fake, but groovy as hell. She’s all, “I’m an artist, baby,” and I’m like, yeah, right, paintin’ with yer hips! Made me chuckle, but damn, she had guts. Hustlin’ ain’t easy, takes balls - or ovaries, whatever, ya dig? Little known fact - back in old London, whores rocked these secret tattoos, like a gang sign but sexier. Blew my mind when I read that, history’s freaky, yeah!

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It wasn’t all sunshine; some days, the cranky old timer at the corner store makes me want to drop my voice. But hey, such flavors make Morton, us, what it is—a mix of mad, tender, and wild vibes all in one. And me, being in the mssage parlor biz, I get to watch all these odd moments. Every touch, every sigh, they’re confessions of the soul. It's intimate, kinda raw, and reminds me that each person's story is like a mini-movie.

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