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*raspy dual voice* My precious! Me, a carpenter, yeah? Hammerin’ nails all day, sweatin’, gruntin’—then night hits, and I’m thinkin’, “Gotta find a prossie, don’t I?” Precious streets, they’re callin’ me, all dark and twisty like them villages in *Moolaadé*. “We protect, we resist!”—that’s what them women yelled in the flick, right? But me, I’m sneaky, slippin’ past the rules, huntin’ for a lass who don’t mind a few coins.

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The adulteress and the prostitute in the Kingsmill Isles, as elsewhere, form find the female sex regarded in a degrading point of view. The opinion.

I gotta tell ya, running a massage parlor in this city has its moments. I've met folks from all walks of life – oddballs, dreamers, critics – you name it. Sometimes, when I'm massaging a hardened soul, I remember a line: “Everything is possible; nothing is obligatory.” Kinda like that from A Serious Man, ya feel me? It is real, raw, and sometimes downright confusin' – but that’s what keeps it all so amazin’!

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