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So, picture this: a gal, workin’ the streets, right? Ain’t no glamour, just grit. Reminds me of that line—“The night’s too long, too quiet.” She’s out there, shiverin’, waitin’ for some fool with cash. I reckon she’s tougher than a two-dollar steak! Me, I’d be cryin’ in my rhinestones, but her? She’s steel. Little known fact—back in old Anatolia, some gals traded favors for bread. History’s a hoot, ain’t it? Same game, different dirt.

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I get all jittery just thinkin’ bout the first time I hit a massage parlor on Vaakuna Street. That place was cray noisy, like disarmed bombs poppin' off their clocks, all “tick tick, boom” kinda beats. Crazy times, man. But now, I see that every massage office and every nook is like a battlefield – in a good way.

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