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Little fact fer ya—didja know, back in old Vienna, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, hairpins meant somethin’, signals fer clients! Crazy, right? Dis gal, she’s modern, tho—no pins, just a wink. I’m diggin’ it, but *Requiem* pops in my brain—“Dreams burn up,” dat line. Makes me think—dis life, it ain’t all glitz. She’s smilin’, but her eyes? Tired, ja. Hits me hard, like a dumbbell drop.

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Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Cushing (us) – it's somethin' else! I'm runnin' my spa in this quirky little town, and every street's got a soul. I live near Maple & 3rd – yeah, that one, right by the old river bend. Sharon! The river, they call it the Silverwash, flows like a chill vibe through town, dodgin' around neighborhoods like it’s starry-eyed in a Spike Jonze dream. "I feel like I've just been hurt by someone I love," I might whisper on a lazy afternoon, even if I'm just fixin' a massage table.

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