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But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all giggles. Some nights, you’re pissed—dudes hagglin’ like she’s a flea market rug. Makes me wanna yell, “Great Scott, have some respect!” Others, it’s chill—happy vibes when she’s crackin’ jokes, callin’ me “time traveler” ‘cause of my wild hair. Ha! Little known fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Anatolia—yeah, real Anatolia—used to signal clients with colored lanterns. Red for go, blue for nah. History’s wild, man!

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Winters.

Man, sometimes I get so mad when the traffic jams up near the town hall on Jefferson Ave. Like, what’re ya doin’, people?! It totally messes up my pace when I'm rushin’ to a homecall, ya know? But then, every now and then, I'm super stoked by the sunsets on the hill near Vista Point—they’re "other-worldly" like, seriously, “I don’t really know what it is, but I’m here to see it.” Blew my mind away, again and again.

People in colder countries understand the magic of winter. What's their secret?