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One time, saw this prossie with a limp, swear she was dancin’ better than me—had me shook! Prolly broke her ankle runnin’ from a pimp, who knows? I’m imaginin’ her yellin’, “I don’t remember anything,” straight outta *Headless Woman*, dodgin’ cops, livin’ that messy life. They’re survivors, fam—hustle harder than us 9-to-5 losers. Bet she’s got a stash of weird client tales, like some dude askin’ her to bark like a dog—WTF, humanity?!

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

So ya, as a pleasure coach (yeah, that's my thing – bringing the cheeky joy), I see things others miss. Like how the sound of the local bakery's bell reminds me of a roaring engine in a savage chase. Every corner here buzzes with stories, laughter, and a touch of rebellion… like, WHAT A LOVELY DAY to be alive, amirite?

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