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Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, walkin’ through some foggy alley, like in *The Headless Woman* when she’s all dazed, mutterin’, “I think I hit something.” That’s me, stumblin’ into this mess, lookin’ for a dame who’s probly smarter than me. I’d be pissed—why’s she gotta be so damn elusive? Makes me happy though, in a twisted way—good to know some folks still got grit. Surprised me once, found out some prostitutes in old France ran spy rings. Sneaky bastards. Respect.

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Honestly, look, what makes me mad sometimes? How folks don't see the soul in these cracks – they miss the beauty in decay! My parlor’s seen love, rage, and laughter all in one night. I once had a client cry ‘bout lost dreams while I was massaging away his pain. I ain't one to prattle on, but that moment hit me, man – like one of them intense movie scenes where life just gets raw.

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