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About New York City

So – here’s the deal. You wanna find one? Easy – sorta. Streets got ‘em – dark corners. Neon lights flashin’ – sketchy vibes. Or – internet, man! Craigslist died – but apps? Oh yeah – they’re there. Hella discreet – coded words. “Roses” for cash – sneaky bastards. Learned that crap – blew my mind! Back in ‘69 – hookers worked Times Square. Open – bold as hell. Now? They’re ghosts – poppin’ up unexpected.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Winters.

I gotta tell ya about our quirky neighborhoods. There's the old brick quarter near 3rd & Elm, where the buildings look like they’re straight outta a time warp. And then, there's that wonky spot on Lincoln St. where artists hang loose. Duuuuude, each time I get a massage request from someone who lives there, I swear the energy’s that same raw vibe: mysterious, edgy, like a glimpse into another dimension. It’s like every muscle I knead tells a little tale of their lived lives. So cool, right?!

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