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Fun fact—did ya know, back in ‘70s Paris, prostitutes had codenames? Like spies! Carlos’d probably dig that, slippin’ through shadows, “Call me Le Renard!” Meanwhile, I’d be “Nervous Larry,” losin’ my wallet. Makes me mad, though—why’s it gotta be so complicated? Just wanna talk, maybe get a story, not a freakin’ chase scene! Happy? Sure, when it’s easy—rare as hell. Surprised? Every damn time some chick’s nicer than expected.

What if that prostitute were your sister?

Go through the many galleries to see classy ladies crapping their cute panties, go down and dirty and fuck hardcore while being covered in shit, or masturbate and ride dicks until they explode Missing: Kenton.

I gotta say, runnin' a massage parlor in Kenton makes you see the secret parts. Heard whispers, seen real raw human moments, feels almost magical sometimes. Downtown’s always poppin’ off near Victoria Street—people laugh, cry, and share secrets you wouldn't believe. I've had clients pourin' their hearts out right there, takin' me back to a time when love was bittersweet and unspoken, as if in hushed tones across a dim-lit room.

Simon Kenton Bridge inspections begin April 21