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I roll up, all swagger, like, “What’s good, baby?” She hits me with them eyes—damn, made me mad she ain’t fazed by the Creed! “50 bucks,” she says, flat, like I’m just another john. Pissed me off, man, I’m the champ, not some chump! But I play it cool, y’know? Gotta respect the hustle. Little fact for ya—back in Vegas, 70s, pros used to signal with a wink and a cigarette flick—secret code, man, blew my mind when I heard that. Surprised me she didn’t do it, tho—modern times, I guess.

Oh, hey there, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Lyepyel- (by), yeah? So I've been kickin' it here ages now. Uhm, this city's a mix of chill vibe and quirky corners, y'know? I run my own massage parlor off Golden Path, yeah, where locals say "ahhh" more than they do "hello".

Taylor Lepel (1990 - 2006) - Obituary