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Anyways, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a transaction. It’s stories, man, lives crashin’ into yours. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” You gotta see the human, not the hustle. Oh, and if ya think it’s all glam—nah, bro, it stinks out there. Literally. Like, who’s dumpin’ trash at 2 a.m.? Hilarious, but nasty.

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Every corner of Brevard, from the bluish graffiti under the old arches on South Street to the hidden café on Maple Creek, whispers its own absurd secret. Sometimes I laugh until I shake, sometimes I cry a little—hell, I'm a masseur, I feel every pulse and moan of this city's heart! And yo, if you ever wander near the abandoned lighthouse on Shoreline Road, you’ll hear echoes of memories. They say it’s cursed, but to me? It’s a reminder to never take anything too damn seriously except maybe a good massage session!

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