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But real talk—gets me mad, thinkin’ how folks look down on ‘em. Like, “Everyone’s got a little death in ‘em,” like the movie says, so who’re we to point fingers? They’re hustlin’, survivin’—takes guts, y’all. I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses, ‘cause it ain’t. STDs, pimps, cops—nightmare fuel. But damn, some o’ these girls got stories that’d make ya cry or laugh ‘til ya pee. One time, heard ‘bout this gal who’d sing showtunes to her johns—beltin’ “Oklahoma!” while, y’know, doin’ the deed. Cracked me up! That’s talent, right there.

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My spa is a sanctuary nestled off Wategos Drive, a quiet nook compared to the wild shores of Main Beach. A lotta folks think it's just a massage parlor, but nah! I see the hidden scars of the soul, their battles, and bring peace to their weary minds. I swear, every knotted muscle hides a story, and every drop of essential oil is a battle cry against life's chaos. I get hit with moments of fierce gratitude – sometimes, I'm mad as a cut snake when traffic jams the narrow roads near Belongil Beach. The irony, right?

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