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Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ Caden walkin’ into a brothel, directin’ the girls like a play—hilarious! “More emotion, dammit!” he’d yell. I’d be there, hypin’ em up—YOU GOT THIS, QUEENS! Truth is, brothels freak me out a bit—cash for flesh? Cold, man. But I respect the hustle—survival’s survival. Ever hear bout the Bunny Ranch? Guy who owns it, Dennis Hof, died IN the brothel—partyin’ at 72! Livin’ large, dyin’ larger—talk about goin’ out with a bang!

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— Bones found in a coastal wetland on New York's Long Island this week are the remains of missing prostitute Shannan Gilbert, investigators.

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

'It could be a lot, lot worse': Gilbert exits early with forearm tightness