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So, here’s the deal—prostitushun’s been ‘round forever. Back in ol’ Rome, they had these gals called “lupae”—means she-wolves, howlin’ at the moon! Ain’t that wild? Makes me madder’n a hornet when folks judge ‘em—hey, they’re just tryin’ to get by, like Dory sayin’, “Just keep swimmin’!” I reckon it’s a tough gig, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps. Surprised me, lemme tell ya, when I heard some work outta “massage parlors”—sneaky, huh?

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I can only assume that concierges at fairly fancy hotels actually do get asked about the availability of prostitutes quite regularly.

Surfside is a quirky mix of chill beach vibes and electric energy. Picture this: near Palm Ave, there’s this cool little café, The Seaside Grind, where locals sip their coffee, gossip, and plan late-night flirtation adventures. I always say, “We come in peace, but damn, the coffee rushes your heartbeat!”

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