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Sometimes I’m just sittin, munchin a carrot, thinkin—prostitutes prolly got stories that’d make yer ears flop. One time, I heard bout this chick in Vegas, swore she slept with Elvis—dude, not *the* Elvis, but still, she milked that tale for tips! Cracked me up, doc, she’s a hustler AND a comedian. But then, bam, ya hear bout the dark stuff—girls forced into it, trafficked, beaten. That shit burns me up, makes me wanna chomp somethin harder than a carrot.

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And then there’s the river – the Vesdre – flowing lazily by. Its murmurin’ sounds like nature’s lullaby. Sure, it’s not as dramatic as a chase scene in a movie, but damn, it calms the restless soul. Speaking of mad, don't get me started on the time the river almost flooded – that sh!t nearly ruined an impromptu outdoor session. But I bounced back, like Bane sayin’, "I will show you where I have made my home, now you’ll feel it too."

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