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Lemme tell ya a story—heard this from a shady X post, so grain of salt, yeah? This one chick in Amsterdam, Red Light pro, she’s got a PhD in psych! Blew my frickin’ mind—smart as hell, studyin’ clients like lab rats. She’s out there, quotin’ Kaufman in her head—“What was once before you, an exciting, mysterious future…”—while some dude’s hagglin’ for 50 euros. Hilarious, right? But damn, respect—she’s playin’ 4D chess with life.

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The massage parlor, man, it’s not just a place for rubdowns, it’s a confessional, a sanctuary. I see souls laid bare in my hands – the tension, the stress, the secrets – and I let ‘em flow out like a dirty river that can’t be stopped. Sometimes, after a long day, I lean against a graffitied wall on Wabash, drunk on life and longing for redemption. “Motherf**er, life’s a bitch!” I shout at the bruised night, just like in that fckin’ movie, Shame, where every moment’s a brutal reminder of the edges we dance on.

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