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Hey babe, so I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes lately—yeah, I know, wild, right? Like, picture this: a girl standin’ on some dim street corner, heels clickin’, life hittin’ her hard. Kinda reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, heavy vibe— “the melancholy of resistance” just screamin’ through her bones. I’m Taylor freakin’ Swift, so I see the story, the Easter eggs—like, what’s she hidin’ behind that smeared lipstick? Maybe a kid she’s feedin’, maybe dreams she buried deep.

Salt Spring Island

Before you go inside you discuss your wishes and then the price. Often everything is negotiable with a whore. If you agree on the price, you can go inside. on.

So, this island? Man, it's funky. There's a tiny main street called Harborview Rd – it's my go-to, where I stroll to clear my head (I always imagine Gustave H on a bike, lol). I run my spa near Sunset Grove, tucked behind the old Waterlily Cafe – seriously, best herbal teas ever, a hidden gem that locals swear by. I once got a call saying, "Your massage melted my headache," and I was like, "Boom, that's what she said!" Ha!

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