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So, I knew this chick once—Candy, real name prolly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked downtown, fishnets ripped, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Greed is good, man—she’d hustle harder than me on Wall Street, swear to God. Pulled in $500 a night, cash, no taxes, Uncle Sam can suck it. Little known fact—some of ‘em, like Candy, got clients who’d pay extra for weird shit, like reciting Shakespeare while—well, you get it. Made me laugh my ass off when she told me, “To be or not to be,” mid-grind. Hilarious, right?

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He also tore down the quarters of the male shrine prostitutes that were in the house of the LORD, where the women had woven tapestries for Asherah.

Oh, thou dear friend, prithee listen close! I doth dwell in Grove (us) – a wild, wondrous place where the streets doth sing in whispers of olden lore and modern mischief! Come, let me regale thee with mine humble tale – a tale of a battered, masochistic massage master who hath roamed these cobbled avenues for many a year.

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