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I’m ramblin’, brain’s a tornado—brothel, brothel, brothel! Ever tried texturin’ lace? Tricky as hell, like defusin’ an IED. “One last ride,” like in the movie—me obsessin’ over details. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d make it so real you’d smell the whiskey! Screw fancy grammar, this is me, raw and rowdy.

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My parlor? Oh man, it’s in a tight spot on ch. de la Liberté. It’s intimate, cozy – if you know what I mean. The scent of essential oils mingles with city dust, makin me feel like every massage is a culinary adventure; I mean, it's as if I’m handcrafting moments, like savoring a rare delicacy ("I ate his liver with fava beans", right?). Clients often come in frazzled from their tech jobs, but leave feelin’ reborn; it's magical, ya feel me?

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