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What pisses me off? Them prudes shamin’ the game. Brothels been around forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, walls scratched with dick pics and reviews, like Yelp for togas! Surprised me how open they were, no sneakin’. I’m jazzed thinkin’ Moulin Rouge! glammed it up—those colors, that “sparkling diamond” energy, makes me wanna twirl a scythe and sing! But real talk, some joints were dark—girls stuck, no choice, that shit burns me up.

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I love how my work, like, teaches me details peeps miss. Massage clients spill secrets. They say local spots like the hidden cafe on Curvy Ln know my zen. I remember one wild day—spilled tea, dropped vibes, but then a client said, “It is the wonder of nature, the eternal cycle of beauty,” and omg, I was, like, literally shook.

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