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Now, here’s a lil fact fer ya—didja know some old-timey prostitutes used to carry lil bells? Jingled when they walked, lettin folks know they was open fer business! Ain’t that a hoot? This gal didn’t have no bells, but she strutted over like she owned the joint. “What’s yer deal, cowboy?” she says, voice raspy as a gravel road. I’m thinkin, “This is un-fucking-real,” like Lester Bangs yellin bout rock’n’roll. Made me happy as a pig in mud—finally somethin wild!

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I routinely steer my single male clients to spend time in Mill Valley, Walnut Creek to meet divorced women for less competition. They are small enough towns that people know each other and .

I gotta say, my spa has seen all sorts of quirky clientele from this sleepy town. Sometimes, while massaging a customer’s tired shoulders, I can’t help but think: this place is a living tapestry, woven with gritty resilience and sweet dreams. Yeah, I get so stoked sometimes—except when I'm mad as heck at the parking hassles near Indian Valley Road. Ugh, traffic, man, traffic!

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