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Lemme tell ya, I tried it once—sex-dating, not time travel (tho that’d be dope). Set up a profile, somethin bout “lookin for a spark, no flux capacitor needed,” and Great Scott, the replies! One chick sent me a pic—BOOM—straight-up nude, no hello, no nothin. Surprised the hell outta me! Made me laugh tho—people are wild, man. But then there’s the creeps—dudes sendin dick pics like it’s a job interview. Pissed me off—where’s the class? “No one will be left,” like in Melancholia—cuz half these jerks scare everyone off!

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Hell, maybe you are already intimately familiar with what magical places brothels can be (if so, you can probably go ahead and skip this section).

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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