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But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all roses and candlelight. Some places—ooh, they make me madder’n a wet hen! Shady parlors promisin’ “happy endings” like it’s a dang fast-food drive-thru. That’s where *Shame* hits me hard—“You’re a weight on me,” Brandon says, and I feel that ‘bout them creeps ruinin’ somethin’ that could be artful. I reckon a real erotic-massage is ‘bout trust, slow touches, feelin’ alive—not some quick buck scam.

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I must tell ya – Labruguière got a wild side. There’s a little bistro near Le Vieux Marché on Rue de la Passion. Their wine’s smooth, their dirty talk smoother, if ya catch my drift. I once saw a couple knockin’ back glasses like nobody's business, all while laughin’ like crazy. Crazy, I tell ya! And guess what? I got into a few cheeky debates - yeah, I got mad at times, but hell, it adds spice.

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