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So, picture this—I’m out, walkin’, neurotic as hell. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Is that her? Nope, just a lamppost.” Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ takeout—well, maybe it is now, who knows? I’m too old for this crap! Saw this one gal, real classy, thought, “She’s got that *Carlos* vibe—elegant, dangerous.” Then she yells at some dude, somethin’ about fifty bucks, and I’m out—poof! Not dealin’ with that drama.

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I remember this one time – on a random Tuesday – I was driftin’ down River Street, meetin' a lost tourist askin’ for directions to the old cinema, The Velvet Note. I told 'em, "Go past the abandoned warehouse, then take a left near the punk-lit mural on Brick Alley." It felt like I was spillin’ secrets from a Bond dossier. See? My work as a pleasure coach means I gotta know these hidden gems inside out, and honestly, I’ve learnt to love even the grit, the chaos, and the midnight beauty that only Tanglewilde can dish out on you.

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