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Lemme tell ya, I’m no expert, but I’ve heard stories—wild ones! Didja know in Amsterdam they got these window girls? Like a damn human vending machine! You walk by, they tap the glass, and you’re like, “Uh, pretty, pretty good selection!” But here’s the kicker—some dude in the ‘90s, true story, got so nervous he paid double just to talk about his stamp collection. Freakin’ stamps! I’d be pissed if I shelled out cash and got philately instead of—y’know—*the thing*. Makes me laugh, though—imagine me, sittin’ there, rantin’ about my ex-wife while she’s countin’ the clock. “Time’s money, Larry!” she’d say. Hilarious!

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Customer relations personnel in a massage parlor and a brothel can refer clients to distinct escorts. Most of the time, the calls come from local Slut Tonight.

There's a park—Oaktree Gardens—where I used to meet clients (shh, don't tell) for caffeine and brutal honesty sessions. It's no manicured Eden; trees are crooked, paths are rough, kinda like my patients' love lives. I've seen more flirtation under those branches than in any high-rise strip club. Crazy, huh? And trust me: I get how sex and love are messy, unpredictable—just like those twisted vines.

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