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Ain’t easy findin one tho. Shady corners, sketchy vibes—exhaustin. Thought, “What is this for?” like in the movie. Prolly ain’t worth it unless you’re desperate. Me? I’m good with my oven. She winked, said, “Bake me somethin, weirdo.” Laughed my ass off—maybe I will. Prostitutes got layers, man, like dough. Underrated as fuck. Peace out.

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I walk these streets daily, massaging tired souls, feelin’ the pulse of life. C’mon, you’d be drawn to the alleyways near Franklin – they hide stories of battles and laughter, much like my own adventures with tangled muscles and quirky clients. It’s so raw, so real, and damn, it reminds me: "Let’s put a smile on that face!" (I love that line, man…) Sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Lancaster Rd, blowing my top, but then I laugh it off, ‘cause hey, why cry when you can laugh, right?

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