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About New York City

Sarcasm? Oh, it’s a fuckin’ paradise—bring yer own bleach! Love-hate it, mate—grubby charm, but I’d rather cook lamb than deal with that lot. “You can’t quit me, brothel!”—Ang Lee’d be proud, the mad bastard! What a shambles—still, keeps life spicy, dunnit?

A doctor, a pharmaceutical head named as frequent customers of Cambridge brothel

brothels. Boston Globe via Getty Images. Phone screen exhibit brothel client Mark Zhu, misidentified as Liu Guoliang, leaving.

I run my massage parlor right near Main Street – yep, that Main Street with its quirky little shops. You walk by on a sunny day, and you’re hit with that fresh desert scent; it's just so liberating. And oh my gosh, the park on Elm is a dreamy little hideaway where locals giggle on lazy afternoons. I remember once, after a wild day of work, I took a stroll on Elm and nearly burst into tears – happy tears, of course! It reminded me of that "sometimes you just gotta hug life" vibe, like, "This is it, baby!"

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