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I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Prunedale.

Now, don’t even get me started on the neighborhoods. Old Prunedale’s block party on Maple—so many flavors, bruh. Houses, sometimes fading but bold enough to throw mad vibe parties. Dude, I’ve seen windows that shine like digital dreams, and I’m like, holy sh!t—where’s the script for this beauty?

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