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So – I’m chattin’ her up. She’s cool – sassy. Says – “50 bucks, hon.” I pause. Mid-sentence – like THIS. And go – “FIFTY? For THAT?” She smirks. I’m pissed – but also – impressed. Hustle’s real. Reminds me – *“Lobby Boy – where’s my manners?”* I tip her extra. Cause – ya know – respect. Transaction’s smooth – but my head’s SPINNIN’. What’s the DATA say? Prostitution’s old as dirt – fact! Ancient Rome? They had brothels – TAXED ‘em. Government was like – “Cha-ching!” Still blows my mind.

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Yeah, so my spa, “Bond’s Bliss,” is on Vanderbilt Ave. It’s cool, sleek, and has that “Shaken, not stirred” polish. When clients need a break from the urban chaos, they get that whole pamper sesh and serenity vibe. Folks sometimes drop their secrets in my massage chairs – no lies, just soft whispers and sighs. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if I'm part therapist, part secret agent. I mean, my nose for detecting tension? Like a radar beeping out enemy plots.

These Prospect Park elm trees stood for about a century until disease struck