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I’d be crap at it, tho. Picture me, “Uh, lady, you, uh, workin’?” She’d probly run off screamin’. I’d get mad, tho—like, why’s this gotta be so tricky? Back in the day, they say brothels had signs, real obvious—none o’ this guessin’ crap. Now it’s all sneaky online stuff—escort sites an’ codes. “Discreet fun”—yeah, right! Sounds like a scam to me, like when Bart tricks me into eatin’ soap. Grrr, hate that!

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Man, I got 2 memories that still blow my mind. One day, my client spilled all his guts about his ex, right on those rustic benches by the town library on Oak Avenue. I thought, “D’oh! Life is messy but beautifull (ugh, my typo lol) and real.” Another time, I stumbled upon an old hidden mural under the arch on Riverside Quay—it screamed, “You will feel it, the pain and the joy.” Kinda hit me hard.