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So, I roll down the window—curious, slow, Larry style. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” She smirks, leans in, says, “What you lookin’ for, pops?” Pops! Me! I’m laughin’—she’s got sass. I’m not buyin’, just talkin’, diggin’ for the scoop. She tells me—$50 for a quickie, $100 for more. Cash up front, no cards. I’m like, “What, no Venmo?” She rolls her eyes—guess I’m old-school. But here’s a tidbit—did ya know some of these gals use burner phones? Like drug dealers! Keeps it secret, safe. Blew my mind—high-tech hookin’!

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Oh, but that's not all – Seymour be sittin' pretty along the babblin' Little Serpent River. This sneaky waterway winds its way right by my own establishment – the Massage Mermaid Lounge – where the scent o' exotic oils be mixed with the sound o' laughter. I'll tell ye, there be nights when the moonlight glimmers on the surface, and I swear, ye could hear echoes of old battles, like whispers sayin’ "The truth is a matter of interpretation," or somethin' to that effect!

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