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Oi mate, so here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, reincarnated as a bouncer, yeah? Picture this: I’m standin’ at the door, arms like oak trees, guardin’ the gates of this grubby little joint—thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not for me, nah, I’m too posh for that muck, but it’s a tale worth spinnin’, innit? Like in *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I love—Malik, the lad, clawin’ his way through the filth, tradin’ favors in a world rottin’ with vice. “You kill me, I kill you,” he’d say, all quiet-like. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Now, lemme spill more tea. I always hit up the little-known corner near Evergreen Park. Yup, a gem I always check for quiet afternoons. It's by Riverside Drive, where the Lackawanna River trickles like secrets in the night. Sometimes I even have a deep thinkin’ session while refill my oils. You know, while massaging out all my mad frustrations from the day. Ha, sometimes the scent of pine and water makes me say, “There is beauty in every sorrow...” Classic Lars von Trier vibe, eh?

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