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I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

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Now lemme spill: my massage biz gives me the inside scoop. I know every whisper, every giggle from the back alley. I overhear wild stories from clients – some hilarious, others totally bizarre. Once, a fellow said, "Thornton’s like a labyrinth – just like my dreams!" It made me so mad but also kinda happy, y'know? My job? It's a window to the city's raw soul.

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