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So – picture this. A chick – workin’ the streets. She’s got heels – sky-high. Skirt so short – makes ya blink. Twice! I seen her – leanin’ on a lamppost. Smokin’ a cig – like she owns time. “You’re only here once,” Kaufman’d say. She’s livin’ it – raw. Real raw. Makes me – kinda happy. She’s free – sorta. Doin’ her thing – no script.

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My parlor? Oh man, it’s in a tight spot on ch. de la Liberté. It’s intimate, cozy – if you know what I mean. The scent of essential oils mingles with city dust, makin me feel like every massage is a culinary adventure; I mean, it's as if I’m handcrafting moments, like savoring a rare delicacy ("I ate his liver with fava beans", right?). Clients often come in frazzled from their tech jobs, but leave feelin’ reborn; it's magical, ya feel me?

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