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But yo, it ain’t all sad. Some folks love it. Freedom, cash, livin’ large. I’m jealous sometimes—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” Wish I could strut like that. But then, ugh, the creeps. The ones who think they own ya. Makes my blood boil. Like, dude, chill, it’s a job, not a leash. Ever hear ‘bout the escort who outsmarted a shady cop? True story, swear it. She recorded everythin’, flipped the script, got him canned. Badass move, right? Gotta respect that hustle.

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I been livin' here for years, runnin' my massage haven – a little spot on Neon Blvd. – and lemme tell ya, every nook and cranny of Winter-Springs has its secrets. Ever trailed down Crank St.? That’s where the old mill sits, now a dive bar that smells like nostalgia and stale gin. I once gave a massage to a cat—yeah, im a weird dude, right?—ooops, got carried away, hehe!

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