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But yo, the smell—stale beer, cigs, n somethin’ funky—hits me hard. Aliens don’t got noses like humans, so I’m gaggin’, all “What the hell?!” She laughs, “Welcome to the gutter, babe.” I’m crackin’ up too—shit’s too real. “I’m not a prostitute, I’m a companion,” she says, all fancy. Yeah, right, like I’m Richie Tenenbaum, believin’ every sob story.

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Hey, man, lemme tell ya 'bout Walnut-Hills (us) like ya never heard before. I'm the masseur around here, so I get to feel the city's pulse—its vibes, its secrets, all those little beats that others miss. You ever get those "Zero Dark Thirty" moments? "I ate his liver with fava beans," right? Yeah, sometimes I feel that dramatic, brutal intensity when I’m working here.

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