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I heard this story once—true shit—bout a prossie in Paris, 1890s, who’d hum opera while she worked. Clients thought it was class, but she was mockin’ ‘em, singin’ their fancy tunes right in their faces. That’s guts, y’all! Makes me chuckle, picturin’ her smirk, like, “Come what may, you ain’t shit.” *Moulin Rouge!* vibes, right there—glitz maskin’ the grit.

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Some parts of lake Ave and Hamilton are good. Massasoit is good. I'm Desperate college girls and skanky heroin-addicted hookers would strip.

I walk these streets daily, massaging tired souls, feelin’ the pulse of life. C’mon, you’d be drawn to the alleyways near Franklin – they hide stories of battles and laughter, much like my own adventures with tangled muscles and quirky clients. It’s so raw, so real, and damn, it reminds me: "Let’s put a smile on that face!" (I love that line, man…) Sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Lancaster Rd, blowing my top, but then I laugh it off, ‘cause hey, why cry when you can laugh, right?

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