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Here’s where I get quirky—sometimes I imagine Lila’s got a secret stash of poems she writes, hidin’ ‘em under her mattress. Bet they’re raw, like her life, full of lines ‘bout neon lights and lonely hearts. Ain’t that a hoot? Me, sittin’ here, makin’ up poetry for a gal I don’t even know! But it’s ‘cause I’m rootin’ for her, y’know? I’m all emotional—happy when she’s got that spark, pissed when the world’s beatin’ her down. Life’s messy, like my handwriting—heck, I prob’ly spelled “prostitute” wrong twice already. Don’t care. Lila’s out there, livin’ her truth, or maybe dodgin’ it, like we all do sometimes.

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In the neighborhoods, like Chilltown and Beat Street—yeah, those are real names, no joke—Folks get real, real fast. I’ve seen love, heartbreak, and some wicked dance-offs in my rearview when a customer from a rough morning drops by, lookin’ for more than a massage. Every room in my parlor holds a story—sweat, lips, and secrets, ya know? Real vibes, real stories.

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