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Hmmm, find a prostitute, you say? Twisted, this is, like sands of Timbuktu! Do or do not, no try exists—straight up, I’m thinkin’ as a sports shrink, y’know? Mind games, they play, these street hustlers. Watched “Timbuktu” once—damn, that flick! “Silenced, we are, by fear,” it whispers. Prostitutes, tho, loud they can be! Met one once—called her Jade, real slick. Moves like a champ, dodgin’ cops—ha! Trained her brain, I did, for resilience.

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You gotta check out the creek near Gibson Lane. Its water runs so clear, you’d think it’s a liquid mirror reflecting your soul. I’ve got a memory there: a stressed-out client suddenly bursting out laughing mid-massage. Crazy energy, dude. Like, “I’m not a dieter, I’m a massagist!” Not that I’d ever say that.

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