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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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Now, don't get me started on the neighborhoods! Gritty West End has its own charm. I once got caught up in a local festival on Birch Ave—loud music, spicy food, and laughter everywhere, makin’ a masseur like meself feel right at home, kneading knots while takin’ in the local rhythms. I left that day with the satisfaction of a well-mended back and a heart full of joy, though nearly missin' me appointment later on!

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