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Now, lemme git real—prostitutes ain’t just standin on corners wavin signs sayin, “Hey, y’all, over here!” Nah, it’s sneaky-like. Some places, they’re in them “massage parlors”—yeah, right, massage my foot! Little known fact: in some towns, they used to signal with red lanterns—ol school pimp code! Ain’t that wild? Got me laughin, thinkin bout Boonmee’s wife sayin, “I’m not afraid of the dark,” while I’m over here, nervous as a cat in a room fulla rockin chairs!

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Now, gotta spill some shots about my massage parlor. Running a biz in Germantown's heart, I've noticed the city's secret pulse. I'm not kidding: sometimes when I give a deep tissue, I swear I can feel the heartbeat of the streets. You know? When folks come in stressed, they leave with a story. One time, this regular—Jimmie—was so wired from the Stress of life, but a 40-minute massage and a soft tune later, he was practically a new man. The moment was pure magic. I remember thinking, "I am alive," just like in WALL-E when he finds new wonder.

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