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But then, oh honey, when it works? Pure gold! Found this one girl, swear she was a riot – called herself “Shasta Fay” like in the movie, total coincidence, I’m dyin’! She’s all, “You got any dope?” and I’m laughin’ so hard I nearly choke – hahahahaHA! – ‘cause I don’t, I’m just a nosy broad with a nasal twang. She told me this wild story, little known fact, babe: some prostitutes in LA back then used roller skates to zip between clients. Can ya believe it? Rollin’ down Sunset, skirt hiked up, I’m picturin’ it and losin’ my mind!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Norman. The Norman's family line is running thin. You have to produce an heir this year, even if it's with a whore.

Now, catch this – I’m a relaxation specialist, so my eyes see what others miss. Like, Angelina just got painted red these sunsets over Lake Thunderbird, a lil’ patch of water just outside town. I once sat there with a thermos, listening to my favorite beat track, droppin’ lines from Lost in Translation like, “For relaxation purposes, it's all a state of mind.” Heh, that's me.

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