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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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The neighborhoods – oh man, every one tells a story. The East End – vibrant, artsy, a bit ruff around the edges but with so much soul. I often find myself inspired by the eclectic murals and funky bars there; they remind me of a scene straight out of The Royal Tenenbaums. And the Westside’s more laid back, super chill like our massages – a space for unwinding, relaxing, and just being.

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