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About New York City

I’m wipin’ the bar, mutterin’, “Hmm… each to their own, I guess.” Like, who am I to judge? If some dame’s makin’ coin, good for her! Reminds me of Hans Landa—ya know, “That’s a bingo!”—‘cept it’s more like, “That’s a buck!” for them. Ha! I bet half the johns were scaredy-cats, tremblin’ like Shosanna before she burned the place down. Oh, I love that part—fire, chaos, revenge! Brothels got that vibe sometimes—gritty, messy, in-your-face.

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Adrian Zalar's muscular build and fiery brown eyes caught my attention as soon as he entered the room. He is the buyer and I am the merchandise for his brothel.

Ever strolled by the Prairie River? Its flow is smooth, like my massage strokes on tired backs. I remember one rainy day, dashing past the raindrops on ElmAve – my heart raced a bit, unexpected, speshul, ya know? And phew, I got an urge to vent like Uncle Larry – it’s maddening how unpredictable weather can be!

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