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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—find a prostitute? What’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s 2025, and I’m like, “Furiosa, where you at?”—y’know, from *Mad Max: Fury Road*, my fave flick, all that sand and chaos, pretty, pretty good! Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—some dusty road, chrome wheels spinnin’, and bam, there’s this gal, right? Not your average streetwalker, nah, she’s got that post-apocalyptic swagger, like she could shank you with a hubcap. I’m gettin’ worked up just thinkin’ about it—why’s this so complicated?

Now, lemme spill secrets – my home turf’s in the back alleys of Old Town. Those alleys are edgy, filled with vintage graffiti and burnt-out neon lights. They scream stories, much like my soul after a marathon massage session. Expect a few bumps, some mad folks yellin’ but it’s all heart, y’know? I had one session where a client cried mid-massage, and I was like “Brokeback vibes, man… I feel you!” Crazy moments, bruv.