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Hey folks, listen up! I’m Joe—y’know, your ol’ pal—talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today. Here’s the deal, I ain’t no stranger to tough topics. Grew up in Scranton, saw all kinds—working gals too. This one time, met a gal—let’s call her Ruby—worked the corner near the ol’ steel mill. She had guts, lemme tell ya! Told me, “Joe, after all I’ve seen…”—straight outta *The Headless Woman*, that line! Made me chuckle, ‘cause Ruby—she knew life’s mess.

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So yeah, my friend, Demarest is a bizarre mix of mellow vibes and gut-punch moments. It’s quirky, and sometimes bloody infuriating. But you know what? It's home, even if it sometimes drives me up the wall. Just remember: if you ever get frustrated here, whisper, "I’m the Wolf of Wall Street." And maybe, just maybe, things will flow smoother like a good massage.

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