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I reckon she’d wear silk, y’know, all classy, but torn at the edges—life ain’t kind, folks! “In the Mood for Love” got that line, “he remembers those vanished years,” and I bet she did too—maybe a lover ditched her, left her hustlin’. Makes me mad, thinkin’ bout it—some jerk leavin’ her high and dry! But she kept goin’, tough as a toad in a hailstorm. Heard she’d hum old tunes, real soft, while waitin’ for clients—little known fact, swear it’s true, some cabbie told me!

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I’ll never forget my first day when I accidentally spilled my herbal tea in the soothing calm of Sherrelwood—seriously, the aroma was so divinely unexpected, like a whispered "Happy Birthday, Mr. President." through the urban hum. I literally felt the city embrace me, like a long-lost friend. I get so into my work that the city’s sights and sounds seep into each massage session I give—like scented oils blending with memories of that blurry, estrogen-rich morning on Meridian Street.

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