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Me? I’d rather chop wood than get oiled up. Last time, this guy’s hands were shakin’—probably scared of my glare—good. Made me happy, seein’ him squirm. But the “happy ending” crap? Overblown myth—most places ain’t that sleazy, just awkward as hell. Still, “She dreamt of a sad crocodile”—that’s me, sufferin’ through it. Hate the small talk, hate the candles—give me whiskey and silence. If ya want one, fine—go for it—just don’t expect me to cheer. Erotic-massage? Dumb as a bag of hammers.

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Riverdale’s a rollercoaster – pure, messy, and fulla life, y’know? It’s got those street corners where memories stick around like the smell of fresh coffee and aged whisky. Sometimes my spa clients chat 'bout it too, sayin “Life’s a ride, ain’t it?” and I nod like “Git-R-Done!”

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