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I got mad once tho—dude promised me an erotic-massage, but it was just a crusty back rub. I was like, “Boy, bye!” Felt like Bob Harris in Tokyo, all confused, mutterin “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time”—but nah, it was stress o’clock! Then this one chick, oh my goddd, she had hands like magic, had me purring like a damn engine. I was shook—happy as hell, like “Why don’t we do this every night?” Straight outta the movie, fam!

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Flesh trade in the city has evolved online over the years, with websites such as 'locanto' and messaging apps used by offenders to lure customers.

Ooo, do I love that river bend near the gardens at Bloom Grove, precious! I often sit there, thinkin’ on lost chances and whisperin’ "My precious..." like a secret hymn. Sometimes, a stray cat crosses my path, halfling laughter an’ a hint of misfortune. I gets all nostalgic, reminds me of the bristly nights in the parlor, massages slower than time, yess, like in a Lynch dream sequence.

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