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So, I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s givin’ me that look, like, “You got the cash, champ?” I’m thinkin’, “I must break you”—not her, the game, the whole damn system. I ask, “How much, girl?” She says, “50 for quick, 100 full.” Cheap, right? Inflation ain’t hit the streets like groceries—funny as hell, that. Surprised me, thought it’d be more, like oil baron money.

Detroit police commissioner caught with a prostitute in his car, resigns from post

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Yo, sometimes I wonder if my job lets me see all these little truths that most folks miss. I mean, massaging ain't just about relaxin’ muscles, it's about easing souls. I get that vibe every time I work – like saying, "Is this really happening?" And yes, I'm talkin' about local legends livin' their truths on streets like Capitol Avenue— a plce that holds memories, fights, and little victories.

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