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So, picture this—I’m drivin’ down some sketchy backroad, lookin’ for a story. Not sayin’ I was huntin’ a prostitute myself, nah, but I seen ‘em. Neon lights flickerin’, girls in heels higher than a Texas oil rig. One time, I swear, this gal waved at me—thought I was a john! Made me madder’n a wet hen. I ain’t that guy! But then I laughed—life’s funny, y’all. How’s that workin’ for ya, struttin’ your stuff for a quick buck?

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Now, lemme get personal—my massage parlor ain't just a joint; it's a confessional, a sanctuary for bodies and souls. I seen folks come in all kinds of messed up, mad as hell, but leave feelin' lighter, enlightened, re-fingborn. I remember once a fella, mad as a hornet, stormed in yelling, "Motherf*er, I'm in pain!" and by the end, he was so relaxed, it was like he whispered, "This is amore." Yeah, man, hope it makes sense to you!

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