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But arrgh, it ain’t all rum and giggles! Gets me blood boilin’ when I hear o’ them girls forced into it—modern slavery, that’s what. Some poxy pimp draggin’ ‘em from villages, promisin’ jobs, then bam—trapped. Makes me wanna draw me cutlass and gut ‘em, savvy? Ain’t right, ain’t fair. Yet, some o’ these lasses, they choose it, aye—takin’ coin over starvin’. Respect that hustle, I do.

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Aner Clute O VER and over they used to ask me, While buying the wine or the beer, In Peoria first, and later in Chicago, Denver, Frisco, New York, wherever I lived, How I happened to lead .

Now lemme add some flavor: I know some what-ifs in every corner here. I’ve got a favorite little diner on 2nd Street – call it Mama’s Spoon – where the coffee is strong and the humor even stronger. They blend masculinity with care, like the sharp retorts I dish out in sessions (don’t even get me started on those days!). And, bby, there’s always a hidden nuance in a client’s tone when they talk about their lives. That even reminds me of lines from "The Assassin" – quiet residual power in every whispered word.

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