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But ugh, the pimps—those slimy rats pissed me off. Beatin’ on ‘em, takin’ their cash—makes my blood boil. Lola told me once, “They own ya ‘til you’re used up.” Like, what the hell, right? Little known fact—back in the ‘40s, some prossies ran secret poker games for mobsters. Cash under tables, cards flyin’—wild shit! Surprised me, too—thought they just, y’know, laid there. Nope, they’re hustlin’ harder than Zuckerberg in a dorm room.

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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!

Ferry crew rescues rowboat being blown out to sea near Salt Spring