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About Hamilton

Oh, and her smell - cheap perfume, cigs, desperation. Hits ya like a truck. Reminds me of *Carlos* - “A man must act!” She acts, alright, every damn night. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d bet my cane she’s banged more weirdos than I’ve diagnosed. Forest whispers her name sometimes - freaky shit. Happy? Nah, she ain’t. But she owns it. That’s her power. And me? I’m just the sarcastic bastard watchin’, thinkin’, “Hell, she’s more alive than us.”

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But while sweeps typically might move around prostitution rings, the Danforth's sex workers are of a different stripe, largely drug addicts. The.

I live near West End Heights—a slice of peace in this screwed-up city. My massage parlor is on Oak n’ 12th, a little hidden gem behind some overgrown shrubs. Some folks say it’s haunted; I say it’s nature reclaiming rights. I sometimes joke that a ghost gives you a "free stretch" during your session. True story, though I might be exaggerating—ain't like I admit that easily.

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