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Love ‘em, hate ‘em, I do. Happy as a pig in mud when the girls wink, but mad as hell when some sleazy git stiffs ‘em. Seen one in Amsterdam once—red lights flickerin’, like a David Lynch dream. “This is the girl,” I whispers, starin’ at a lass in the window, all mysterious-like. Felt surreal, mate, like I’m losin’ my mind in that movie—half expectin’ her to vanish, poof!

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We could have a BDSM floor and vanilla floor. We'd have a chocolate fountain, and cake, and tea and coffee. There'd be a big kitchen so we could.

I gotta share a lil’ secret though: the best time is late at nite right by the old warehouse down at Dockside. Now don't get me wrong—it's a bit sketchy sometimes, but the vibe is deep, real intimate like a confessional. Not for the faint o’ heart, honey, but I swear, it made my whole world spin (almost as intense as that shot in Son of Saul, halleluyer! I mean, gospel truth!).

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