Abigail Walnut Grove Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’d nag her—nasal as ever—“Natasha, quit already!” She’d roll her eyes, say, “Marge, I’m my own boss!” Pfft, yeah, til the cops bust ya! Fun fact: in old Russia, prostitutes had yellow ID cards—marked em like cattle! Made me sad, thinkin bout that. “Have you seen my wife?”—ha, imagine a john sayin that mid-session! Memento brain, all scrambled!

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Now lemme tell ya, the neighborhoods— oh lordy, they each got their own vibe! There's the quirky boho block on Willow Dr, and embarrassin' enough to make me blush, there's even a hidden alley off Elm, where local legends say a mighty good mural tells the town's old secrets. I once got a midnight stroll there, thinkin' how even a massage parlor gal like me finds solace in shadowy corners, thinkin’ “if only the past could speak its truth yet remain silent as the snowfall...” Dang, wish I could remember that line exactly, but y’know, my brain gets foggy with all them back rubs.

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