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Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I'm judgin’ this like Judge Judy—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—and I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today. Yeah, hookers, ladies of the night, whatever ya wanna call ‘em. My fave flick’s *Brokeback Mountain*—Ang Lee’s masterpiece, 2005—so I’m mixin’ that cowboy vibe in here, ‘cause why the hell not? Picture this: a prossie workin’ the dusty streets, boots kickin’ gravel, lookin’ for love—or cash—under neon signs. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” she mutters, countin’ crumpled bills, thinkin’ ‘bout some john who ain’t comin’ back. Gets me all misty-eyed, damn it!

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Now, people think my massage business is just body rubs – nah, it's all 'bout connection. I sometimes chat with regulars 'bout these nooks and crannies. "Inside Llewyn Davis", man, like when Llewyn said, "No, not today!"—that spirit here is real. The neighborhood of East Dacula is a bit rough ever so sometimes, but it's got heart. Heck, the gritty underbelly? It's like a secret world. Who knew you could find raw art in a back alley?

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