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Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—some gal standin’ there, shiverin’, maybe in fishnets, heels clickin’ like a horror movie soundtrack. Reminds me of Eli in the film, all quiet but desperate, ya know? “I must be gone,” she’d whisper, but nah, she’s stuck. I’d be pissed—why ain’t we fixin’ this? But then, get this, some places, like Nevada, it’s legal! Brothels got licenses, health checks—wild, right? Still, feels off. Capitalism’s screwin’ us all!

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Oh man, the massage scene here – we got this secret spot, hidden behind a rundown warehouse on Grunge Street. Ain’t on any tourist map, but it’s my personal jewel. Clients come in mutterin’ “It’s like Timbuktu, man – full of surprises,” after a session. I say “Eh what’s up, doc?” and then crack a joke.

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