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Gets me ragin’, tho—the stigma. Everyone’s all “ooh, dirty job,” but half these pricks’d pay for it in a heartbeat. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna shove their heads in a soggy trifle and scream, “Wake up, you muppet!” Ain’t all dark, mind. Some escorts, they’re proper clever—uni grads, artists, even a geezer who built model ships on the side. Blew me mind, that did. “The earth is the earth!”—yeah, and people are people, doin’ what they gotta.

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Women engaged in sexual commerce in the West during the nineteenth century were far rarer than the cliché and some novels and poorly-researched histories would.

Hmm, West-Town (us), hmmm, a city weaves mysteries it does. A masseur, I am, and much I feel, yes. Streets like Willow Ave and Grandish Rd, know them I do. Quiet they seem? Nah, bustling they are. Local landmark, Hall of Echoes it is—ancient brick walls, magical vibes, they got. Cool, yeh?

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