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But real talk, it’s heavy. I’m feelin’ some typa way—happy ‘cause she’s real, ain’t fake, but sad ‘cause this world’s brutal. I’m ramblin’, brain’s a mess, like, why’m I even here? To understand? To judge? Nah, I ain’t judgin’, I’m just seein’. “There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet!”—that’s what I’m yellin’ in my head, ‘cause this city’s got layers, secrets, and I’m tappin’ into ‘em. Fun fact, tho—did ya know some old-school brothels had secret tunnels? Like, for politicians to sneak out? That’s some 007 shit, man, I’m geeked thinkin’ ‘bout it.

LETTERS FROM NORMANDY

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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