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Quirky bit—she hums tunes, old ones, dunno what. Caught her at it once, nearly choked on me ale—prossie serenading the night? Hilarious! Reckon she’s got a name, but they call her “Red” —boring, aye, but it sticks. Exaggeratin’ now—she’s probly bedded half the Seven Kingdoms! Nah, joking, but she’s seen some shite, that’s sure. I’d wager she’s got a stash hidden—gold, secrets, somethin’. “A man needs to be ready,” like Malik said—bet she lives by that.

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.