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So, I’m strollin’ past one once, years back—red lights flickerin’, music thumpin’. This chick outside, smokin’, gives me the eye. I’m like, “Nah, sistah, I’m just passin’ thru.” But it hit me—there’s power there, raw and messy. Got me mad tho, thinkin’ how some get trapped, forced in by assholes with no soul. Pisses me off—freedom’s gold, y’know? But then, flip it—some choose it, slingin’ that hustle, stackin’ bills. Respect, I guess. Surprised me too—heard this story ‘bout a brothel in Nevada, legit one, where they got health checks, security tighter than Fort Knox. Who knew, right?

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Brothel, 69 position, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Kissing if good chemistry, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

The market’s buzzing, right? Fresh veggies, flowers everywhere, and the smell of stroopwafels wafting through the air. I’m in heaven. I grab a stroopwafel, and it’s like a hug in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs into me. I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a walking coffee stain. Great start, huh?

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