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Exaggeratin’? Sure—mate, he’s dodgin’ bullets from the missus! “She’s gonna kill me!” he squeals. Sarcasm? Pfft, “Oh, poor lad, just wanted cuddles.” Bollocks! Sports psyche’s messy—stress, adrenaline, dumb choices. Find a prostitute? More like lose yer career, eh? Gollum knows—seen it, smelt it, wretched fools! “We’re close now, precious!”—to ruin, that is. Nasty, funny, pathetic—love it, hate it, true!

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I "accidentally" hired a prostitute while traveling in Thailand. After living in co-ed dorm style hostels for a few weeks with no alone time, I decided it was time to visit one of the nearby massage Missing: Idabel.

My work shows me stuff others miss. I meet folks with hearts heavy and happy. Sometimes, a client’ll share a secret while I knead away their knots—each sigh tells a story of this city. One mad day, a feller mumbled, "It’s all wrong, precious, everything's doggone wrong!" and I laughed, mad but kind, thinking how Dogville’s words echo here.

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