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I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Cheap, right? But I’m broke as a joke, so I haggle. “Don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no millionaire!” She smirks, drops it to 40. Deal. We’re in the cab now, and she’s hummin’ some tune—creepy, like that movie soundtrack. “Do you want to look at me?” she asks, all sultry. Hell yeah, I do! But it’s quick—15 minutes tops. Tractor seat’s squeakin’, I’m prayin’ no cop rolls by.

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The neighborhoods here? They’re a mixed bag of artsy and gritty. Tell me, have you ever been in the Artsy Bend district? Its murals and cobblestone alleys make you go, “Whoa, what a riot!” I’ve seen tears, laughter, fists, and high fives – life bursting everywhere. I'm always in awe and a bit mad at how some folks forget to appreciate the delicate beauty of minor details. Hey, even a masseur sees the rigidity in a stiff, unyielding sidewalk!

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