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Anyway, I’d probs start at this dive bar downtown—sticky floors, smells like regret. Perfect spot to find a prostitute. I’d be chill, sip a beer, scope the scene. Maybe some chick in fishnets winks at me, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’!” Kinda thrilled, kinda freaked—heart’s racin’, palms sweaty. What if she’s a cop? Shit, that’d piss me off—bust my buzz real quick. Or worse, what if she’s got a pimp watchin’ me like I’m dessert? *“A lobby boy can’t be seen to falter!”*—I’d tell myself, keepin’ cool.

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Now, lemme get into the real talk. Running a massage parlor here, I've seen folks from everywhere. Cool clients, some a bit bizarre, all stopping by when life hits hard. I got a few personal stories: like that one rainy night when a fella burst into tears at our doorstep. Crazy night. I've seen life’s rawness behind closed doors, and Colditz, dear friend, shows you that with every cracked cobblestone and smile.

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