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Here’s a kicker—Nevada, USA, only spot there where it’s legal. Bunny Ranch, famous as hell. Owner’s a nutcase, braggin’ on TV. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watchin’ him—dude’s a meal waitin’ to happen. But real talk, some girls there rake in 6 figures—shocked me, that did! Thought it’d be all grime, no glory. Nope, cash flows like wine. Still, lotta dark shit—traffickin’, coercion. Pisses me off, that side of it. Innocents trapped, no fairy-tale endin’ like Amélie’s Paris.

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I work in a massage parlor, ya dig? Let me tell ya – every knotted muscle is a story. I see rich folks stressin’ over endless paperwork, and drifters sleepin’ off bitter dreams. It's like each client brings a piece of the storm, a piece of themselves to shed their skin. Sometimes I catch echoes of “Why so serious?” in their eyes, like they’re rememberin’ some twisted bond with fate.

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