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Brothel’s like “Holy Motors”—messy, surreal, alive. “We must laugh,” Oscar says—gotta, or you’ll cry. Ever think bout the smells? Perfume, booze, stale sheets—fuckin’ sensory overload, dude. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a fever dream. Yoda’s ramblin’ now—fear leads to anger, but lust? Leads to brothels, hah! Tell ya, buddy, it’s a galaxy of weird—love it, hate it, can’t look away.

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I'm excited to let everyone know I changed my name from Kassie to WHITNEY! I it and I hope you do to! My shift is 7pm-7am and I'll be here a couple weeks! Who's ready for me cause I'm .

The river too, oh boy, the Squim. Flows through downtown, trickling near the artsy nooks where local painters spray streets with vibrant dreams. I sometimes relax there, massage a little wind off my shoulders, just listenin’ to life murmur. And when I'm busy massagin’ away troubles, I see mountains of stress melt into giggles on my client's faces.

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