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D’oh! Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—man, what a wild ride! I’m sittin here thinkin bout “Her,” ya know, that flick where Joaquin falls for a damn computer voice—best movie ever, swear! “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, and it hits me—whores kinda like that, ain’t they? There, but not really *there*, ya dig? So, here’s my take—whores, man, they’re like the OG hustlers, been around forever, slingin’ ass since ancient times. Fact is, in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”—fancy word, huh?—and the gals painted dirty pics on walls to advertise. Ain’t that nuts? Like, “Hey, check my Yelp review in graffiti!”

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I've got many late nights openin' my massage parlor near Ocean Avenue. People wander in, all stressed and raw, and I give 'em that tender touch. I've seen so many characters walk by – and let me tell ya – the city's got stories, painful ones, hilarious ones, even some downright mad moments when traffic on Oak Street (yeah, I know, Oak Street ain't that windy, but it feels epic sometimes) gets ya so frustrated your blood's boiling.

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