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But yo, the smell—stale beer, cigs, n somethin’ funky—hits me hard. Aliens don’t got noses like humans, so I’m gaggin’, all “What the hell?!” She laughs, “Welcome to the gutter, babe.” I’m crackin’ up too—shit’s too real. “I’m not a prostitute, I’m a companion,” she says, all fancy. Yeah, right, like I’m Richie Tenenbaum, believin’ every sob story.

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My massage parlor? Oh, it's the heart of the town. I've had folks spill their souls – and occasional secrets – over a massage rub. Crazy stuff, really. People come here from all ovr Ngou, even from hard-to-find streets like Twisty Ln. (so called cuz it's, like, twisty as heck, ha!). I sometimes laugh thinking about all the gossip that wafts through like scents from my essential oils.

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