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Lemme spill a secret—met this one gal at a SpaceX afterparty. Swear she was a pro, workin the room like a freakin algorithm. Eyes on her? Locked. Voice? Smooth as a Hyperloop pod. She probs made more that night than my engineers do in a month—mad props. I’m sittin there, sippin my drink, thinkin, “Damn, she’s the Eduardo of this hustle—quietly cashin out while we’re all yellin about code.” Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, no drama, just biz.

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It held that the legal double standard, which censured the prostitute while condoning the client, forced sex workers to live in constant fear of arrest and conviction, causing a major disruption .

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

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