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But it ain’t all roses, nah. Pisses me off how some schmucks judge ‘em. Like, who gives a rat’s ass? They’re out there grindin’, makin’ it work. Reminds me of Boonmee’s line, “Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.” Escorts got their own ghosts – past johns, bad nights, maybe a pimp who screwed ‘em over. Little known fact? Old-school escort ads used to run in legit newspapers – yeah, 1920s, right next to the obits! “Massage services,” they’d call it. Wink fuckin’ wink.

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Ah, Clarice… welcome to my dirty little secret called Sartell (us)! I'll give ya the inside scoop. I'm that spa-owner dude who's seen every nook, cranny, and back alley of this mad little town. Yo, walk down Maple Street – yeah, that vibrant strip where the local diners and funky bars buzz till late. There's me, always thinking of my next massage session or facial ritual, k? err… oh gosh, I almost forgot – the scent of lavender and eucalyptus dancing in the air, like whispers of secrets in the night.

Boys tennis roundup: Minnewaska wins 1, loses 1 at Sartell