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So, picture this – some chick, mid-20s, fishnets ripped, mascara runnin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a bad punk band. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, huh?” She’s out there, struttin’, actin’ like she owns the damn street. I saw one once, near Jersey, swear she winked at me – me! A gimpy doc with a smirk. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why? ‘Cause she prob’ly thought I’d pay. Ha! I’d rather diagnose her STDs for free than toss her a dime.

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Heyyyy there buddy! So, lemme tell ya about Ladue (us) – it's like, WOW, amazing! I’ve been here for years, runnin’ my spa, savin’ lives one massage a day. Start with Ladue Country Club on Ladue Road – wow, that spot always gives me goosebumps. Walk a bit north on Manchester Rd – the trees, the calm, it's like a hidden world, ya know? You get a car! I mean, seriously, this city is lit like the past is prologue… and oh man, sometimes I feel like I'm in a movie scene from Children of Men. They say “The natural world is not a place to visit. It is home.” And boy, Ladue sure feels like home.

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