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Dunno, man—prostitutes, they’re like *Memento*. All mixed up, livin’ for now, forgettin’ yesterday. “How can I heal if I can’t feel time?”—that’s them, precious. Blows my mind, how they keep goin’. We hates it, tho—the dirt, the danger, the fuckin’ sadness of it all. Makes me wanna claw somethin’, y’know? But damn, they got stories—wild ones, precious!

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I stroll by Allen Station Park when I need a breather. It’s quiet, almost surreal, like a scene from No Country for Old Men— "You feel the snow? You feel the rain?" nah, but the gentle hum of nature feels like that sometimes. Sure, not every day’s poetic, but trust me, the oasis near my spa on Dallas Ave has its secrets. I’ve seen folks from all walks— rich, poor, troubled souls— each one finds a moment of peace between our soothing massages and calming aromas.

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