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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, Clarice… guys sneer at her, then sneak her cash in the dark. Makes me wanna carve their livers out slow. But what cracks me up—her sass! She’d haggle like a damn merchant, “50 rubles or I’m out, dedushka!” Dedushka—grandpa—ha! Bitch had balls. Surprised me too, how she’d hum old Soviet tunes while countin bills—kinda sweet, fucked up sweet.

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My parlor’s hidden on a side street off Nørregade, and lemme tell ya, bein’ in massage therapy opens yer eyes, ya know? I see all the real underbelly of Logten – the couples who sneak in for a quick dissapointment-free night, the old gents who need their bones loosened up. Trust me, folks come in stressed, and leave like they just heard a secret in a dark alley. "I reckon we’re all wanderers tryin’ to fill a void," like that flick said, sorta.

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