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So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

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Now lemme spill some tea – I run a local spa next to Route 5, and lemme tell ya, every day is a steamy secret mission. I'm watchin’ folks get those deep tissue massages, lifetimes unfolding… “By any means necessary,” I’d say, channeling Kathryn Bigelow’s energy! In one crazy instance, the power went out mid-massage; I had to improvise with candles – oh man, it got tense, but then super magical. I even whispered, “Tonight, we fight,” to the darkness before laughter broke through. So raw, so life.

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