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Here’s the kicker: she’s got stories, man. Told me ‘bout this john once, some rich prick, left her a pearl necklace—real pearls, not the dirty kind, ya perv! Said it washed up from a shipwreck, 1800s or some shit. Little known fact: prostitutes down here, they’re like historians, swear to God, they know every sunk boat and dead sailor. I’m sittin’ there, jaw droppin’, thinkin’, “This is nuts!” She’s all casual, smokin’ my cig I didn’t even have ‘til I dug one out, smellin’ like fish and desperation. “Pretty, pretty good tale,” I mutter, half to myself.

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Prostitutes Newly remodeled rooms, clean, good customer service. However, it was a rough crowed. A lot of truck drivers. We watched as one guy.

I must confess, though, my heart was reallly warmed at the sight of the ancient clock tower on Elder Street – a monument which defnitely speaks of centuries past, yet stumbles tragically in its modern maintenance. There’s an excitng, raw vibe, filled with a sort of brooding angst and sweet irony. Aye, there be a time when each massage hand hath felt the pulse of the city – the desperate, tender beats of its loving chaos.

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