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But srsly, it pisses me off sometimes. These gals, they’re sellin’ somethin’ so basic—human stuff, ya know?—and society’s all, “Ew, gross!” Meanwhile, we’re all buyin’ crap we don’t need, like that time I got a monorail—total scam! Whores tho, they’re honest bout it. No fake ads, just, “Hey, here’s the deal.” Respect, man. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ a Duff, thinkin’, “Maybe they’re the smart ones.”

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I indulged in a classic relaxation massage, which was exactly the antidote I needed after a hectic work week. The ambiance of the Spa House is welcoming and the staff is both friendly and Missing: Old Jefferson.

Lemme tell ya ’bout my side hustle: I treat this city like a playground of human desire. In neighborhoods like Velvet Heights, intimacies get wild, deep, and raw. I always take a break in Midnight Gardens Park, where the river Dusk flows slow, carrying secrets and sweet whispers. Yo, its shady nooks be perfect for heart-to-hearts. Got that vibe like, "Ah, it's a memory that slips into the dream," straight outta Boonmee’s echo.

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