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Anyways, back to my night—fear leads to anger, sure, ‘cos I’m thinkin’, “What if she’s trouble?” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty, total mess, me. She saunters over, all sass, goes, “You lost, old man?” Old man?! I’m 30, bitch! Laughed my ass off, tho—she had guts. “The prince is coming,” I joke, quotin’ the movie, ‘cos why not? She rolls her eyes, says, “Prince of cash, maybe.” Smartass! Liked her, I did—spunky, not broken.

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A prostitute was lying in her death bed. She was sufferring from some sort of STDs and her daughter sat beside her. “Mom! Nobody wants to meet you or bid.

Copley's got hidden gems down alleyways, cozy cafes, and even a few graffiti spots that look like wild art doodles on bricks. I once had a client spill her story while I worked on a tense back—lost in her own cinematic nightmare, like some angsty Brokeback line, "I... I can't quit you." Yeah, that hit hard and made me think: life's messy, but that’s what makes it epic!

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