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Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

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My parlor? Oh man, it’s in a tight spot on ch. de la Liberté. It’s intimate, cozy – if you know what I mean. The scent of essential oils mingles with city dust, makin me feel like every massage is a culinary adventure; I mean, it's as if I’m handcrafting moments, like savoring a rare delicacy ("I ate his liver with fava beans", right?). Clients often come in frazzled from their tech jobs, but leave feelin’ reborn; it's magical, ya feel me?

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