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Favorite bit? Her sass. Called me “Tin Man” once—nearly lost it laughin. But real talk, it’s grim too. “The end is near,” like in the film—some don’t make it. Ruby vanished last month, no trace. Freaked me out, man—where’d she go? Hope she’s ok, y’know, not floatin in some ditch. Prostitutes got stories, layers—ain’t just meat for sale. They’re fuckin warriors, facin the galaxy’s scum. *Heavy breathing* I am your father—respect em, or I’ll find ya.

Places to Stay on Salt Spring Island: From Quaint B&Bs to Glamping Adventures

Before you go inside you discuss your wishes and then the price. Often everything is negotiable with a whore. If you agree on the price, you can go inside. on.

So, this island? Man, it's funky. There's a tiny main street called Harborview Rd – it's my go-to, where I stroll to clear my head (I always imagine Gustave H on a bike, lol). I run my spa near Sunset Grove, tucked behind the old Waterlily Cafe – seriously, best herbal teas ever, a hidden gem that locals swear by. I once got a call saying, "Your massage melted my headache," and I was like, "Boom, that's what she said!" Ha!

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