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Ain’t all rosy tho—some creepy fuckers roll in, think they own the joint. Makes my blood boil, motherfucker! Wanna plow my tractor right thru their smug faces. And the smell—stale beer, cheap perfume, ass—worse’n a barn in July. But funny shit too, like this one drunk bastard proposin’ to a hooker with a tractor tire ring—swear to God, funniest shit I ever saw!

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I run a massage parlor right near the old river Ligny. Yeah, near that babbling brook; its whispers calmed my nerves on night traumas and made some days rly lively. Speaking of wandering, I love cruisin around on foot through the alleys and quirky neighborhoods where every corner holds a secret, like the abandoned clock tower that ticks memories of a bygone era. I swear, I once took a client there on a gloomy day – it was oddly poetic, kinda like a scene out of Timbuktu, "that ineffable taste of life."

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