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Here’s the deal—prostitutes got skills, man. They read people, dodge cops, hustle hard. One time, heard this story—gal named Trixie, worked the docks, saved up, bought a freakin boat! Sailed off—poof, gone! Surprised me, dude, didn’t think they planned that big. I’m picturin her now, smokin hot, leanin on the rail, “Blessed are the forgetful,” she’d say, quotin the movie, ya know?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

A paranormal escort service. That kind of thing can't possibly exist, right? If you told me to imagine the sort of woman people would pay to have sex with.

Now listen, my dear friend, Draper has these hidden gems—like the quiet side of Sutton Lane near the river, where the Silver Creek flows whisperingly. Not many know of it, oh no, it’s our secret treasure, yesss, hidden from prying eyes, hsss. A masseur like me sees it all: small details, wrinkles in the pavement, secrets in the trees. Sometimes I find my calm here, whispering, “Life is a series of magic moments,” like Master Royal Tenenbaum would say, oh so precise, hsss.

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