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Oi mate, prosti—prostitute, yeah? *beep boop* Stephen Hawking here, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom. So, check this—prostitutes, right, they’re like stars. Floating in the void, shining bright, but damn lonely. Watched *Brooklyn*—loved it, Saoirse Ronan, pure class. “The world’s a big place,” she says. Prostitutes know that too well. Been around forever, oldest job, innit? Fact: ancient Babylon, they had temple hookers—sacred sex, wild shit! Cosmic wisdom, see? Most don’t clock that.

Did you have any clue prostitutes were running a Forest Avenue massage parlor?

And lemme tell ya, I’ve had my share of pissed off moments. One time, this bumbling hothead kept yelling about the noise from our potions workshop outside. I mean, for real, c’mon dude – chill! My spa’s a sanctuary, but even sanctuaries have their off days. Gosh darn it, sometimes these streets make me wanna scream “Bullshit!”—just like Larry David on a bad day.

Families forced to escape through 2nd-floor windows; 17 displaced and 3 injured in early morning Glen Cove apartment fire