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Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, old radio cracklin’, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, back in Scranton, we’d hear tales—shady corners, whispers flyin’. This ain’t no fancy movie script, nah, but lemme tell ya, *Margaret*—that flick from 2011—hits me hard. “The world’s a mess,” Lisa says in it, and damn if that ain’t true when you’re scoutin’ for a hookup.

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Let me tell you – running a massage parlor in Erlensee ain’t all roses. Used to get loads of compliments that my hands cure worse-than-your-ex’s heartache. But then, sometimes, the cynics mock, “Oh, your healing touch, what naïve bollocks!” Honestly, I just laugh – life’s too short for that malarkey. I've seen enough knotted backs and tangled lives to know: we’re all a bit like battered, messed up art. Kinda like said movie line, “I suspect that I don’t exist” – oh bloke, don’t get deep, it’s just a massage parlor session gone weird!

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