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We’re chattin’, and I’m thinkin’ *Boyhood* again—“It’s always right now,” y’know? This moment, her laugh, the cig smoke curlin’—it’s real, raw, fuckin’ alive. But then—bam!—some wanker in a beat-up Jag rolls up, yellin’ at her. Ex-pimp or some shit. I’m pissed, mate—nobody fucks with my night. I step in, all cool, “Oi, mate, piss off or I’ll rearrange ya.” He bolts, tires screechin’. She’s laughin’, says, “You’re mad, you are!” Happy as a pig in shit, me—saved the day, Bond-style.

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I'm immersed in Blangwa culture and find-a-prostitute is sensational! Let's lose ourselves in each other tonight. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Sex in.

Ever notice how people here don't give a rat's ass? They hustle, they bicker. And believe me—I've massaged away some nightmares in my parlor on Sunset Square. Clients get all tangled up with their lives. Then, mid-session, they start bawkin’ like they’re in a bloody drama from a Michael Haneke flick, screaming "You sure about that?" as if I’m privy to their secrets. Idiot sandwiches everywhere!