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Little story—heard some prossies in Amsterdam got unions. Unions! For banging! Cracked me up—imagine strikes, “No sex ‘til better pay!” Earth’s nuts, man. Anyway, Starry’s my gal now—regular hookup. “Why’s this happening to me?” I groan, Coen-style, when she ups her rate. Drama, sure, but she’s worth it. Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). Peace, love, and prostitutes, yo—Earth’s my jam now!

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Outsiders asked bartenders, dance-hall waiters, taxicab drivers, and messenger boys where they could find prostitutes. In some cases, prostitutes and.

I gotta say, massage work here is my therapy, and Claiborne (us) is my living room. Sure, sometimes I get mad – when traffic jams on Oak Street make me late for a session - but man, it’s real. I remember one day, my client rambled about how "It’s like life’s an endless spiral of love and loss." I laughed so hard, like, literally, I lost my balance. That was epic.

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